when it is totally 100% okay to lie

No one likes a Pinocchio. Tell me the truth. The straight up, real hard truth.

Truths coming from obnoxious pricks like "you bunion is utterly heinous" need not apply. It is common knowledge that bunions are utterly heinous. But, there are times when you don't need to tell the truth.

Last night Foxy was very concerned that Earl, the hurricane that is only kind of cramping our style this weekend, will strand us in the house for weeks. She needed batteries for her radio so in case we lost power she could be connected to the world. I suppose that is responsible. Foxy is very set in her ways and needs very few things to keep her content. Her radio is probably her number one two, after her ginger granddaughter, of course. All Foxy needs, besides her family, is lunch dates at Papa Gino's with Alice, tabloids, radio, vanilla wafers, Metamucil, and Jeopardy to be happy. (Note: The Price is Right could have also been in there, but she HATES Drew Carey and has a thing for Bob Barker--but who doesn't love them a Barker?)

Anywho, back to batteries. Foxy gave Bear and I specific instructions (and $3) to go down to the dollar store and get her 4 AAs. We were Target so we nixed that demand from the queen. We bought her a 12 pack of Duracells for $10. We take them home to her and although she is a bit confused why the dollar store would sell that many for only a dollar, she went with it. And we sold it even better when we realized the spring where you put the batteries in was a little loose so they were not a tight fit so we had to legit jam the cover on to keep them in place. She thought the batteries were just duds because they were from the dollar store when actually the radio needs a new holder thing. It's fine.

Every Wednesday for ladies night Foxy cooks dinner, y'all know this. This summer has been so hot we usually just get pizza or sandwiches on our way home so she does not have to cook. We buy and then she throw money at our face to take to pay for it. You can't fight her with this. She is so anal about owing people money that you just have to take it. But, you can easily outsmart her. At Sunday Dinner, everyone leaves money every week as a courtesy for Foxy and they put it up in the clock in her kitchen behind some spices (see side). So, on Wednesday nights, we do the same thing. And she doesn't even know it. I suppose its not like we are lying to her, but we just aren't telling her anything. She finds it on Sundays with everyone's contributed Foxy loot.

Foxy is one of my favorite people ever in the whole entire world. She advises me and tells me funny stories. Actually, she gave me me a hilarious sex talk the other day.

Foxy: Don't get pregnant.
Kacey (astonished, yet shouldn't be surprised what comes out of her mouth): GRAM! Uh! That would only happen right now by immaculate conception.
Foxy: Don't do it that way, it would be too much responsibility for the kid.

How can you not love THIS woman?!

life is good. per usual :)