I tried to explain to Fran that in order to get rid of in-laws, you need a terrible lumpy bed. The last thing you want to do is make in-laws comfortable. Now Erin and Fran have an infestation. Get up in the morning, walk out on the deck for a soak in the hot tub. Come in read your choice of two papers, catch up at the internet cafe, and by then Fran has made wonderful breakfast fajitas with the left overs from last nights Franjitas. The Franjita is Fran's version of a fajita, which is as they say to die for. Now sit and sun with more reading on the deck, watch the trophy buck go through the yard followed by his two does and chore time finally comes. Clean the drier vent, which involves sending the midget commander in to a tight space where blumpy would never fit. After a little cussing and trying to get the commander to follow directions the job is done, and time for an ease. Now an ease could be another soak, but Fran is draining and flushing the tub today. I think this has something to do with the grease from me being in it. Well, looks like a snore may be in order. It looks like Monday will be blast off day. Back to the land of nanook.
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