A decade (plus) has passed since my parents came to live with me and my husband and our three sons. Sometimes I laugh, or cry or pull my hair out, but it has not been boring. Even the most mundane days are enlivened by unprompted remarks and unintentional antics of my parents that I lovingly refer to as Elder Folktales.
Saturday, August 24, 2013
Extreme OCD...ing
EXHIBIT A: an ordinary dust pan and broom.
What is so hysterical about a simple household object; one that would cause two sisters to burst into giggle fits?
The answer: Pop's OCD. Normally not a topic that would cause raucous laughter but allow me to show you ...
EXHIBIT B: the same ordinary dust pan and broom from a different angle. The same ordinary dust pan and broom that Pop spent at least one minute straightening.
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