We're baaaack....clothing is the topic

So, we got home this afternoon from a much needed break at a lovely Lake in Vermont.  Of course, I knew just about everything that happened at home...missed a few minor details it turns out, but got the gist of all that occurred in the house.  Didn't need my cell (No Service was the most common status while at the Lake), didn't need fast Internet (FB doesn't need speed if you don't want to see pics!).  Still found out just about everything that went on, and picked up the rest within 3 hours of arrival.

The house is still here, and there were just some little things I found to be "off".  That's the good news.

Some folks need others around, however, to continue being nice to each other.  Enough said about that.

Dad - likes to use the air conditioning in their room even when the temperature is not high.  The rats were right on that one.

Mom - doesn't really know what's going on (nothing new there).

Adult Kids - well, like I said, enough said about that.  To give the kids their due, it was behavior of Dad's that started it.  Why don't more people actually pay attention in their Psychology classes?  (I know - 25 cents to the jar towards next year's vacation)

Today's fun involves getting Mom ready to go out to dinner for their anniversary (57 years yesterday).  Dad to her, "Irene, go upstairs."  She goes upstairs.  He goes outside to talk to our neighbor.  I hear him as I'm unpacking.  After I've put a load of clothes in the washer (2 floors down from where I was unpacking) and come back upstairs, Mom is on the couch.  Dad hasn't come back in yet (poor neighbor!).

Dad finally comes back in and says to me, "Your mother is upstairs and I need your help - she needs to put something nice on and not that red dress.  It's dirty and I have to wash it by itself."  "OK, Dad, but Mom is on the couch."  He starts to yell, and I shoosh him (yes, I'm getting better at that).  "Mom, let's go upstairs and I'll help you find something to wear to go out to dinner."  We go, I find there is little in the closet that belongs to her.  I search to find something summery and appropriate, and find a jean skirt (Blass) and a nice pink and yellow flowered polo.  She's got pink and black sandals, I find a pink and yellow belt, and a pink bracelet. All pink items just a touch of pink (not to horrify the fashionistas out there - not too much pink, trust me!).  She argues about the shirt for about 30 seconds, then puts it on, looks at herself in the mirror and says it looks good.  We get the rest of the outfit on her.  She's happy and laughing (I call her some names, making fun of her lack of fashion sense - you know, the old mother daughter thing), I'm happy and laughing.

Then, yes, you guessed it!  Dad comes in.  "Awwww, jeez, she hates that shirt."  Yes, he did say that.  "Where's the red shirt she likes?"  "Buried in her bottom drawer by your crap all in front of the drawer.  This looks good, it's all matched up.  She's wearing it.  It looks great, Ma - look in the mirror." She fiddles with a button on the shirt and says, "I'm wearing this".  I go downstairs, set up the "tell Mom she looks good" line.  

They come downstairs, Mom first.  She looks very cute and fashionable, gets told that.  Dad comes down in khakis and a polo, they leave for dinner to meet their friends.  

Next up...well, you know it has to be taking stock of Mom's wardrobe, or lack there of.  I cleaned everything out when they were in Florida - even moved the winter stuff to the lower drawers.  Turns out Dad moved it all back, even though it was already May 11th when they got back.

I see a shopping trip in the future - with Dad's credit card!!

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