When my Dad called and told me about my house falling apart around them he said, "After the laundry room flooded your Mom and I thought about packing our bags and going home." I wouldn't of blamed them if they had. Thankfully they stayed and here is the kicker my Dad painted my house while we were gone. Yes, you heard me right he PAINTED MY HOUSE.
Last spring we put some rock on our house and it looked great but it was evident that to complete the look we were going to have to paint the house because the icky blue just wouldn't do. Well, with El Jefe running four Hotels this past summer instead of his usual two he just didn't have the time to paint. Weeks before we had to leave I told that darling man of mine that we had better paint the house before we leave because you know my Dad will do it while we're gone. El Jefe said, " Your Dad already called and told me that we had better buy some paint because he wants to paint the house." All righty then I'm not going to argue with that.
My Mom cooked and cleaned all week. RadChad said that he is going to miss Grandma because she cooks dinner EVERY NIGHT, as if to say that I don't? The last time I checked Tombstone pizza's still need to be cooked in an oven.
We came home to a clean and beautiful newly painted house. It doesn't get much better than that.
Just in case there are any doubts that my Dad is the Greatest. He just so happens to be on my roof right now fixing a leak as I am writing this post. I am truly blessed to have been born to goodly parents. I love you Mom and Dad (((HUGS)))