by victoriavictrix » Sun Aug 26, 2012 2:58 pm
The latest on the ongoing saga.
The aunt has written to apologize to Larry and tell him that they are moving in with a friend from her younger days in Joplin Missouri who may or may not still be a pothead. She says she will pay us back (not holding my breath). She says she will get her $hit. If by this she means "you will bring it to me," this will not happen. All that will happen is that one set of the keys will be turned in to her. She also blathered about her OCD and her diabetes getting the best of her. Fine, but this does not negate the fact that she had four months to pack and did not do so, that she was told four months ago just how much we were willing to move and had time to sort through her stuff, nor that she is a grown woman over 50 who should know how to take care of herself by now.
Among the "PRECIOUS SENTIMENTAL VALUE MUST BE PACKED!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Broken TV stand
Waterbed mattress from a waterbed they no longer own
Strings of filthy plastic dock floats with bits of rotted net on them
Giant (I mean a yard big) plastic pumpkin
Broken and faded lawn flamingos
Broken cement birdbath
Selection of foot tall ceramic planters she and the above-mentioned pothead stole from a grocery store while high long ago (Boy what a memory to cherish!) which are now all broken
Selection of generic faux-mexican pots which actually survived, mostly
Selection of wire hanging plant baskets I would not pay 50 cents for at a flea market
Nasty fuschia painted cheap wooden wardrobe 7 feet tall, four feet wide, foot and a half deep, some wood on the bottom broke off.
"Antiques" of the sort you find at Goodwill.
Giant rusty metal fish
That's just what *I* saw. There's probably tons more similar crap in the boxes and shoved into the back of the unit. I admit when I got to the last half of the second truck and realized that there was still about 1/4 of her $hit to deal with and the unit was crammed full that I caved and bought a second unit. I said I wouldn't, but at that point I couldn't tell what was valuable (if anything) and what wasn't, and I didn't want to deal with a potential $hitstorm if I left the stuff out for the denizens of the trailer park to paw through.
Oh, and the pregnant daughter is not 3 months pregnant, at least not in the judgement of Hud, who has had 3 sisters get pregnant. She's five.
Larry might forgive his aunt, if not miss "I'm too pregnant to lift anything, I'll be in the pool." I never will. I am just telling myself that even though this cost us several thousand dollars, at least they won't be here to be a continual drain on us to that tune or more.
All you damn kids get offa my lawn!