Just got filled in on the family birthday party for my middle nephew. They said to him, "This is your last day of being three." And he responded, "Yeah, tomorrow I'm gonna be SIX!" (I told her, "Better hope he's got great verbal skills because the math just isn't there.") In any case, I take perverse delight in the fact that right at the time I was telling
monshu and ottr4bear about my crazy family, they were in fact acting crazily: My sister throws a party. My older brother shows up two hours early. My dad and stepmom show up right on time, but then she turns around and drives all the way back to her place because she left some food item on the table and doesn't want it to spoil. Meanwhile, my mom can't even get herself out of bed (which is to say, the couch--don't even ask) to come over, so she calls and tells them a lie about going over to grandma's.
Sometimes I wish I lived closer to them; sometimes 260 miles is barely far enough for comfort.
Sometimes I wish I lived closer to them; sometimes 260 miles is barely far enough for comfort.
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