Mondays. Don'tcha just LOVE them?

So today I got to listen to a tirade about the "Shetlands War" because granny couldn't remember the name of the Falklands.
*headdesk*

Also got to listen to a secondary tirade about cribs for the baby and such.
See the thing is, JR's family have this very nice old crib. Oak, quite old but solid and sturdy and been used for several generations of little JRs.
JR's mum has offered it to Kat and the Boywonder so it can be used for all their little sprouting offspring, and they accepted because for one it saves them buying one, and for two it's like a family tradition from that side of the extended family unit and sometimes traditions are nice.

Granny... she is not the happy camper.

Granny... she wants to buy them a NEW crib, because apparently JR-babies are full of working class Northern disease cooties and they might infect our middle-class Midland genetics.
Now you know what she's like for veering wildly from one psychosis to another these days, so it went kind of like this...

She mentioned the cot thing to me this morning and what it boiled down to right then was her aparent fear of the mattress pad bit, because apparently she doesn't like the smell of them because they're not clean.
I said that wasn't really an issue because the mattress pad would be replaced because it IS kind of old, and only the frame would be used because it's the frame that costs the money and it's the frame that's nicely carved and such. She kinda' didn't reply to that so I forged ahead. (I really should learn not to do that.)
I said it's cause it was like, traditional and traditions are important sometimes especially to Kat, her family seems to have a lot of traditions, and then granny got all weird and said that it's because JR wasn't family.
I said that he kinda was. He's like mum's husband sorta', and that's all Kat's ever known him as... Mum's partner. Part of the family. He's been there for as long as she's known us. So granny got all super weird and said it's because he's NOT mum's husband. STEPHEN is mum's husband. (Not the use of the term "is" O_o )
I'm like... whutevah... STEPHEN has been dead since 98, I don't see him complaining.

So in all truth her huff at not being allowed to buy K&BW a new cot is not so much that she wants to buy something new for the baby, as it is that she wants to buy something that means we don't have to accept anything from JR's family because they're not related to us...

Well, not in any way that 10 minutes in the registry office wouldn't fix, but I didn't say that to her. I'm not THAT stupid.


Oh yeah, and apparently there's still a bunch of men off the northern coast of Scotland still holding a grudge against Argentina.


*sobs quietly on a Wolvermuse's shoulder* Please make her shut up...? Please?

Cruuiiiise

Oh nearly forgot to mention... evilgeniuslady, I sent out your package this morning. It's not exactly what you were after but... well... eh you'll see. :p

I've been feeling all day like I should write but I'm having one of those days where I can't seem to actually open a word doc and DO anything...
Actually, not even got as far as opening a word doc. How useless is THAT? *faceplants*

So I have like an hour before bed... I should be utilising this time instead of idly cruising the net, yes?

...no.

*goes back to cruising*

I feel like I've misplaced my groove. It's most irksome.