I'm typing this up Thursday night. I leave tomorrow to go pick up my children. The last evening before I get them is always bittersweet. I cannot wait to see them, but I have learned to enjoy the solitude... the time off. I never seem to get as much done as I think I will.
One of the things I did this week was meet a fellow blogger out for dinner. We were joking that I should start my own meme where I visit bloggers, take my picture with them then blurr out my face... Kind of like, "Guess who else knows whom I really am?" But we never took a picture, so I guess that's out the window!
I think, when I told y'all the story of Daddy's heart attack earlier this week, I may have failed to underscore the irony of my mother not wanting to go to the hospital in her bathing suit. Let me direct you to this post ... apparently it is okay to go to the store or take a walk around the neighborhood in your bathing suit, but not the hospital!
My last night in FL, my mother made a comment about "all the drinking I'd been doing lately." I thought, well you took me to a wedding, where the wine was free and I knew no one AND Daddy's sister called and asked us to go to dinner and you said 'no' because you wanted to take me to the Tiki Bar with your friends, where y'all bought my drinks... if it was a problem, why'd you do it?
Besides, it wasn't me who was hanging stone-cold sober out the sunroof waving at the car behind me at the traffic light in front of "The Walmart" on the way home!