Monday, July 17, 2006

It's the waiting that'll get ya

Even after receiving a detailed itinerary of our trip, the MIL got confused about what day we would be getting home and picking up the dog. We had to hear her bitch about how we TOLD her Saturday, not Sunday and how she and the dog waited and waited for us.

How concerned was she, you ask? Not enough to pick up a god-damn phone to see if we were dead in a ditch. No calls to the house or either cell phone.