All days in my house are a little off kilter from so called normal. Some days normal don't even bother showing up.
Conversation yesterday:
Sheryl,walking through the den where Randy and I are sitting, stops, slaps her hand on her forehead and says, I forgot again!
Me, being my usual cooperative self, what did you forget hon?
Sheryl, I need you to take me to Willie Wonka's!
Me, with a totally blank look on my face, thinking what? Willie Wonka, I don't think that is a real place.
Me saying uhhhhhh where is that?
Sheryl replying its down that street in front of H.E.B. about a couple of miles.
Me, what do you need to go there for?
Sheryl, I used to bake pies for them I need to find out if they need some more.
Me sitting there thinking OMG, I am going to have to drive 100 miles in circles before she will believe that the place doesn't exist, and if I don't she will have a heat stroke because if she wants to go somewhere she will walk, and she just can't walk four or five miles anymore
My husband, sitting in his recliner, trying his best to ignore us all, says, they closed that place down a few years ago.
Problem solved she goes to her room perfectly happy.
Husband still in recliner, saying under his breath, Willie F'ing Wonka I live in an asylum.
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