I don't know what her problem is? I mean why would anyone want to leave our house?
For the past 6 weeks, my mom has been staying in our house, sharing a room with her precocious ... er, I mean, precious 7-year-old granddaughter. She got an entire drawer in Margaret's dresser and a spot in her closet for hanging stuff. We shared our bathroom with her and gave her room for her stuff. What else could a grandma want?
And while we were at work, the cats and the dog kept her company ... oh wait, she doesn't like animals that much and she especially hates them to touch her.
So what if she has her own roomy house with her own bedroom and her own bathroom ... OK, three bedrooms and three bathrooms without a dog or cat in sight.
I mean we only called her once to come get us because Bill and I decided to share an entire bottle of tequila (Hornitos, of course) with our friends. We'll just forget that Bill forced her to take us to Weiner Dog. She got the last laugh in in that we called at 10 p.m. ... yeah, we're not the late-night partiers we once were.
The good news is that she's going home to get her house ready to sell, to sort through the garage full of my dad's prize possessions and then she's going to move here.
So even though she won't move into our tiny house with us now, she is moving here and that's awesome news indeed.