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Nonna Out

My mother-in-law, aka Nonna, aka My Baby Gramma, flew back to Houston last night. She was with us in Berkeley for 2 weeks before our big move, flew to Honolulu with us and stayed for 11 days. For most people, having their mother-in-law hang out with them for a month during a stressful transition period would be a recipe for disaster.

However, when I married Erin I hit the mother-in-law jackpot. I really don't know how we would have survived this move without Marie. She took care of Owen when we needed to get away, but never told us how to raise him. She never complained and never meddled. She helped us pack, did the dishes, helped with laundry, paid for more than her fair share. But most importantly she was great company and a fun person to hang out with. Who could ask for anything more from a mother-in-law?

Hurry back, Nonna!

Comments

mama mia said…
Miss you all and I haven't even been home a full day. You are too kind, John....it was really my pleasure to lounge around in paradise, whether Berkeley or Hoenoeluuuluuu. First day in a long time that I didn't get to go to fun beach or fun wee. I am having withdrawal....where is my baba?!
Anonymous said…
My mamma is SO cool! Are you jealous that I get to go there in October? I am SO excited, I can't wait!
Did you know that Nonna has also: (1) calmly asked me to remove a vomiting friend from her own bathroom in her home in Houston; (2) reacted in a calm, cool, and collected fashion when I, while sleepwalking, attempted to use the door to her backyard in her bedroom as a toilet; and (3) been careful enough not to disclose publicly the contents of my underpants from adolesence?
mama mia said…
I would definitely love to join you there, Amy....better save my $for another trip....wishing I could see the Johnson "belongings" in the new digs in Manoa....
Hey ghost, was that Patrick in our bathroom, or Gabe? both incident (1) and (2) were on the same night, if memory serves me right, New Year's Eve?
Anonymous said…
Patrick, and the ghost wasn't sleepwalking...he was drunkwalking. I think the ghost did something similar at my apartment in the heights, too. ;)
Only I was successful in micturating on both your couch and the cushions on your dining room chairs in the Heights. I also recall there was an issue with your toilet flushing in the wrong direction. What a confusingly modern place you had....

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