Oh Aunt Bonnie-I don’t even know where to begin. I don’t know anyone else on the planet that could not only put up with our family for a summer, but also be a loyal servant. Seriously, she was practically a slave, but I would say servant because we were actually paying her.
Annoying things that should have made her run, or cry
Walking out of the bathroom and being taped up-so you can’t even move
Very purposely and regularly being scared out of your mind—like having someone stomp up the stairs late at night while sharpening a knife
Listening to my incessant and very piercing (so they say) singing about everything, especially when I’m right (“I’m right, because I’m right. Don’t pick a fight, because I’m right”—this song is a march)
Dealing with our somewhat scary, but hilarious alter-egos (Jerome, Shirley, and Frankenstein; we named her Spencer, but then gave her a sex changed and named her Spencita)
Constantly being flashed by her sister. Actually not some much flashed, just plain walking around naked
Hid toilet paper and gave her wipes
And all the regular teasing stuff-hot/cold showers, joking about boys, calling her Bonnie in front of every salesperson (I’m still confused about why this bothered her)
Servant duties
Clean bathrooms
Do dishes
Sweep and mop
Take care of LM when we weren’t available
Run errands-like grocery shopping or Target
Make a quilt
Recover kitchen chairs
Change all the electrical outlet covers
Paint every room in the house
Pick up me and Bill as needed
Mow the lawn
Weed
Make breakfast
Get LM ready everyday
And everything else we could think of
The best part was she always took initiative—many things on the list she did on her own free will! She is seriously the hardest worker ever. I should seriously be a reference on her resume.
I think I know the two reasons she decided to live with us...clothes and boat
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you forgot scanning 3 scrapbooks into the computer.
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