Teasing

I found a renegade sock today! I'm not sure whether it was trying to run away or being held captive--it was in a folded up bottom sheet.

I'm so terrible, I know. On the way to the potty this afternoon, I pointed out to Mary that the door was closed (I was trying to save on the heating bill.) and said there must be someone in there, should we knock? Sure enough, when we got there, she knocked and leaned in to put her ear up to the door to listen. I bust out laughing and opened the door, telling her that I was just teasing her because I have to find some way to amuse myself, spending every day and night with a 93-year-old as my only company. She replied that she tried her best not to bore me too much. God love her!

Sometimes when I ask her if she'd like another cup of coffee (she loves coffee), she say, "Yes, honey! Is there any more out there?" (She tries so hard not to say "yeah." If it does slip out, she usually corrects herself. Like I said--Southern Belle.) Well, I know she means, is there anymore made, but it sounds like she means anymore at all, so I'll tease her and say, no, that was the last that we had. Her expression of disappointment/disgust is priceless! Sometimes I even take it so far as to suggest that we go nextdoor to borrow some. Well, there are Cubans on one side and a widow on the other. We're actually pretty friendly with the widow, but Mary will still reply, "Oh, no, honey. We don't do that." Argh! When I first moved in that really got my goat. This is part of Mary's stingy side. If you borrow something from them, they may want to borrow something from you. Don't give them anything because they may want to give you something and then you'd be beholden to them. Plus, you don't know how clean their kitchen is or whether they lick their fingers --like Angie (or me)! I always joke that it's no wonder that Mary is still alive. The aunts say that you've got to eat a peck of dirt before you die--and Mary's nowhere near a peck!