One a.m. thunder and lightning along with pouring rain.  DH’s cell phone rings, waking him out of a sound sleep, and the police are on the other end of the line.  I found all this out when he came downstairs set to drive across town to his mother’s, for the fourth time in nineteen hours.  It seems that my MIL’s power went out for a few minutes and she felt the need to report the fact to the police.  They in turn called us.  Thanks guys.

     The woman is going to be the death of him.  Either that or she’s going send him to the funny farm post haste.  This, by the way, is where she should be.

     I swear she is certifiable, has been for at least 40 years.  In fact, for 37 years her lights were on, nobody was home but the cuckoo, and he’s been screaming CUCKOO!  Where’s nurse Ratchet when you need her?

     The woman is nucking futs.  I’d reserve her rubber room for her but the way things are going poor DH would probably be next door to her and I don’t think that would work.