Wednesday, November 27, 2013

home sweet home!

During the 15 hour drive my brother called me twice to see where I was.   I texted him a few minutes later. 

We are grown ups. Technically. I'm a mother of 3 and he's a bishop. But you'd better believe the first thing I did when he woke up was try to beat him up.  Luckily for him, he inherited our mother's monkey arms and held me off while I tried to punch him in the gut (he was wearing glasses). 

I love being home!!  I'm so tired I want to explode!!


Cathie said...

My phone is pretty much always on silent. Ain't nothing worth waking a baby.

Jane said...

I'm with Cathie, especially after the first time he called. He is his father's son and one call was never gonna be enough!!
So good to see you!!!

Elizabeth said...

HA! Had a lovely 'laugh out loud' moment there. (I know you hate the fadded acronymic language that has taken over all the world)

That really was a wonderful thing to envision.

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