Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Freedom . . .
. . . is having my mom's credit card while she and dad are on their 23 day long cruise from China to Alaska. Unfortunately I'm too terrified of my mom to use it for anything besides groceries. The downside to having a credit card since my parents are on the other side of the world is that all of a sudden I'm veeeery aware of exactly how fast the grass grows and thus needs to be mowed, how annoying it is to have to shepherd two eighteen-year-old, and how much mess three people can make in the house. The upside is I'm in chaaaaarge! Wheee!
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Hey--how come you're not scared of me?? Oh, that's right-I"M scared of Mom, too!
Well, you did a fab job of watching the boys and the house while we were gone. We couldn't have done it without you, so thanks again, daughter!
Dad
Hey--how come you're not scared of me?? Oh, that's right-I"M scared of Mom, too!
Well, you did a fab job of watching the boys and the house while we were gone. We couldn't have done it without you, so thanks again, daughter!
Dad
Aww, you're welcome daddy! :)
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