I was gone a week and it feels like 10!
I have a lot to say.
I have a lot to do.
I've got 10,000 loads of laundry.
I have a refrigerator to clean out.
I have a pile of mail to go through.
I have a pioneer trek to plan.
I even have two care packages to get together and mail out.
Wait! Didn't they just leave?
What could they possibly need?
But first, I have to color my hair.
I HAVE MY PRIORITIES!
Oh and in case you thought my life would be quiet and boring....
I still have Tiny Baby at home.
And he takes after his brothers.
We were spending a nice quiet evening at home with Tiny Baby and some fresh popped popcorn
when he opened my nightstand drawer and saw this -
A tussle ensued. He wanted some.
I am hoarding it and I hate to share!
Yeah, I feel guilty for leaving him for a week, but not THAT guilty.
Yeah, I've had it for over a month and haven't eaten it.
Yeah, I can get more.
About 15 minutes later, my cell phone started ringing.
Sighing, I got out of bed and went in search of the phone.
I heard an evil laugh as Parker ran past me and to the bedside table, opened the drawer and seized the unguarded candy.
Caller ID Display on my phone:
The little brat lured me away from the treasure with a well placed phone call.
Brian, always supportive, laughed from his side of the bed -
"Good one Parker. Nice!" was the only discipline out of his mouth.
Some things never change!