oh, so it's brooke's fault...

mom and i arrived safely in florida early yesterday evening. apparently we were dropped off at grandma's and grandpa's house very quietly by the shuttle driver because we weren't greeted at the door. mom and i walked through the garage and knocked on the back door only to be told to "come on in" by grandma. gosh, do they just let anyone on in?? we let ourselves in only to see two shocked faces...they thought we were arriving on monday, oops.

well, we went to work right away today, helping clean and organize the cabinets in the kitchen. we started there because grandma had bad dreams all night about moving and said she eventually woke up thinking about cleaning out the liquor cabinet. clean out?? oh it was more like clear out!! i started with what i thought was a tiny area only to realize that it was a very deep corner cabinet...and stocked to the brim with lots of alcohol. i asked them what they were keeping it all for and grandma claims that brooke convinced her to buy all these different kinds of liquor for fun drinks. of course i told her that was bullshit, but she is sticking to her guns. oh, brooke if you were only here to defend yourself. although grams tried to come up with reasons to keep all of it, mom and i took over and got rid of all of the expired ones. some of the bottles had flakes floating in them...talk about an "aunt arlene" gag, it was disgusting.