She’s home! SHE’S HOME! I shall love her and hug her and squeeze her and call her
George Chickadee. Oh, wait. I already did that. And then, she wrote you this post. MAH BAYBEE, growing up and stuff. Enjoy! —M
What have I missed most about being home? Is it the home cooked meals, or the dog licking my tonsils every time I open my mouth to talk? Or maybe itâ€™s the higher-than-30-degrees weather?
No. No, it would definitely have to be my brother waking me up in the morning by repeatedly hitting me in the face with my own dirty sock. Ah, home sweet (er, smelly) home.
After that lovely encounter, the morning festivities began. There was a whirlwind of smoothies, dog slobber, and coffee
At breakfast, Monkey went on and on about how I should really try some of the fudge he made; thereâ€™s â€œDark Chocolate Peppermint,â€ â€œMilk Chocolate Caramel Swirl,â€ and â€œWhite Chocolate OMG-my-sisterâ€™s-back-which-deems-me-incapable-of-shutting-up.â€ Actually, I may have made that last one up…. But it was cute, and I love my brother (and fudge), so I donâ€™t mind.
Last night at the airport, I discovered that there was free wifi (which is always very exciting for me, due to the fact that I
am addicted to have a deep personal interest in the Internet). So of course, I immediately had to pull out my laptop and IM my mother, because I am just that cool.
me: i have no idea if im at the right gate…
Mama: Not funny, kid.
me: i mean, im at E1E, which is what it says on my boarding pass
but i dont know if they changed my gate
lemme go check
me: yep, im in the right place
I’m about to get off the computer.
me: :( *cries*
Mama: So you’ll have to amuse yourself. ;)
i could go read ur blog??
IT’LL BE JUST LIKE TALKING TO YOU!
Mama: Uh. No?
me: YAY THANKS
Mama: Rotten child. ;)
Go read a BOOK.
me: imma read mommy’s blog! IT’LL BE SO EXCITING!
IT’S LIKE SHES TALKING TO ME EXCEPT SHE PROB. TALKS BAD ABOUT ME
Mama: Uh, I do NOT.
me: lemme check :P
In case you were not already aware, I have been informed in the past that I am not allowed to read my motherâ€™s blog
Fast-forward to this morning, after breakfast. We were discussing Animal Farm, and somehow that led to the topic of her blog (not a clue how that happened). I mentioned to my mother that if she let me comment on a post, my supposed â€œfan clubâ€ would overflow with glee. However, since Iâ€™m not supposed to be on her site anyway, that would create some logistical issues. But then, there was MAGIC. Magic, I tell you.
My wonderful, fantabulous, magical mother said something along the lines of, â€œYou can comment on my blog if you read it, as long as you comment as Chickadee. I mean, itâ€™s not a secret that you look at my blog sometimes. And, youâ€™re right, that would make my readers happy. They LOVE you. How would you like to write a guest post today?â€
And then my head exploded.
(Not really. That would probably make it a little difficult for me to write this.)
Anyway. Iâ€™ve been writing this post for about two hours now…. My mother has mentioned several times that I clearly do not understand the concept of deadlines. She has a point. So now I am going to go do important things, like snuggle my dog and eat fudge.
You are all wonderful and pretty. And you have very nice shoes. If they are size 8, I would love to borrow them. Please and thanks.
P.S. When your head overflows with excitement from my post, please make sure to catch the runoff in a container. It may be difficult to clean off of the carpet.