Death by a broken heart

Or close to it anyway.

Like most mothers, I am very sentimental. If my house were to catch fire, after my kids and pets, I would want my pictures.

On Friday I went Shopping and left a list of things for PaulPaul to do. His list is still INCOMPLETE!

Most of my Christmas stuff are in the Red and Green Rubbermaid containers, all but two boxes.

When we drove up Friday night, he actually had most of the lights up, but several of them were out. He just does not listen to me sometimes.

I did see a few things in the foyer and figured, he didn't get all of the stuff like I had asked. It rained most of the night and was still raining when I got up with Paul Ray. YES, he had all of my stuff on the back porch in the pouring rain. I started yelling, made it get up. His dad yelled. It was not a good moment. I have a lot of nice things for Christmas, some worth a nice little penny. However my most valuable things were in the paperbox (I don't know why) and they can NOT be replaced with money. My most valuable things are the things the boys made throughout the year. Every year I take these out and remember when they were little. I would not trade those things for anything.

All I could do was cry as I sat there trying to dry them off. Paul Ray laid newspaper on the island and we laid them all out to dry. Some were lost and alot of the writing is now gone.

He also had the nerve to tell me later in the day when I had calmed down that it was my fault, that he told me to get more Rubbermaid containers. URRRRHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhh.

Yes, this is the wrapping paper from one of the gifts.
This says Rocky, because PaulPaul went through a few years where he wanted a new name. This year it was Rocky.


Dont you like my Purple and red angle with the black hair.

This was a bag that a gift came in.

This year he was going by Chris's name.

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