Although my mom weighs 115 pounds, soaking wet I bet, she is my big momma. She's here in Erie and Adam & I are loving having her right down the hall. Now, I'm having to work so while I'm at the office during the day, she has Adam put to work- they are making our yard beautified and it's looking good so far. I wish her & Dad could just move here- we miss them. Especially when they're taking care of our yard!
It's funny how I slip into my childhood patterns when mom's around- letting her just slip back into the role of cooking & directin' us around. We love her & she sure is the boss! Can't nobody work that pointer finger like she can when she's making orders.
Having a good ol' time but we're excited for my dad to get here on Thursday night!
Dad can work that index finger right back at her. She is the most out-of-control backseat driver, especially with Dad. She makes all kinds of grunts and gasps and airbrakes when he's driving the car. Then they always have the same conversation:
Mom: Well, you were getting close to that 18-wheeler
Dad: You know what? It's a miracle that I get to work everyday without you in the passenger seat telling me what to do.
Mom: I agree, it is a miracle!
The end. God love 'em.