Although, when I got all confrontational via text later that morning, it would appear that the Melvins simply had not gotten up in time. Oh man. I thought 5:45 would be early enough. It was apparently not.
But, I have to admit, this was a blessing. I think, if I had to physically hug my Mum goodbye on Friday morning, I would probably have been a big meltly mess the rest of the day. And since Friday was extremely busy, that would have not flown well.
This way I just felt a bit cheated that I hadn’t hugged longer the night before. And kind of sad that V hadn’t gotten in one last hug. And now, on Saturday night, Chewie and I are hanging out alone after fighting with V at bedtime. And then making dinner and eating at about 8:45. Ugh. Mum, this is part of why I miss you. You encourage early eating. Also you would be encouraging not watching ANTM. I appreciate that encouragement.
I have so many stories to tell, I am afraid that you might hate me. Let me just finish with one.
Somewhere in Georgia, we (V, E and Sissy) pulled over for lunch at a BBQ place. I think it might have been a southern bbq first for my sis. But it also was a much need lunch for the 4 of us. V was cranking it OUT. He needed food.
We ordered. V and I went to the bathroom every 30 seconds to wash his hands. I gulped bbq. Sis ate hush-puppies. Edward oversaw it all. We survived the meal. My hands were particularly clean. So were V’s.
On the way out, as I chased V through the restaurant, we passed the toy machines . You know, those little machines with the tattoos, rings, stickers. All that sort of stuff?
Religious Icons. Thats what they have in Georgia.
Mary, Mother of ‘rings’, Jesus, Son of ‘rings’. Guess what we won.
(and xoxo to Georgia and bbq too)