Nuns come to visit for conferences and read Harry Potter on the plane.
I sit on the front porch waiting for my brother to get home from school. He thought I was the scarecrow and jumped when I said hi.
I wore my "I love boys who recycle" t-shirt to bed:
Harrison: I recycle so you must love me.
Me: Of course I love you.
H: Does John recycle?
Me: All the time.
H: Then you must really love him.
I woke up around 3am to a golden retriever paw in my butt.
The 15 year old would rather have a dog in his bed than a girl. Hooray!
I spent this morning being really depressed. Imagine me + couch + dog + tears. Oh, and of course all sorts of depressing thoughts.
I found that walking the dog was really good therapy. Though, Rocky is not very good on a leash since usually the boys just run with him. So he was not pleased when I made him walk. And he was really confused when I did not take him to the park (it started raining).
My 11 year old brother is on the road to being a poet! "Your eyes are like sunflowers... behind prairie grass." I told him I was stealing that and would share the royalties.
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