Just kidding! That celebratory yelp and subsequent groan you just heard from across the country was Sloan reading this and feeling that hot rush of freedom shoot through his veins for a moment before realizing I wasn't serious. Oh honey you can't get rid of me that easily! HA! It's gonna take a lot more than your $200,000 of debt and chronic case of the bedtime farts for me to walk out on you! Mama ain't going nowhere without her little Sloancaboodle! Now come here and rub my bunions.
Anyway, about my trip: I found the pink sweatsuit I had been looking for since I was a little kid! It was my favorite outfit back then, and for several good reasons: It was pink (fave color). It had a doggie (fave animal). And, in an attempt to help me feel less self-conscious about the glasses I had to wear beginning at age two, my mom had sewn a pair of glasses onto the shirt.
|MOMMY SAYS THAT |
IT'S WHAT'S ON THE
INSIDE THAT COUNTS.
But besides being reunited with PG (that's what I call Puppy Glasses) and travelling to our Moore Family Reunion (more details to come) my Memphis trip was pretty uneventful. I mean, mom was just her boring old self.
I like going home. Home is a place to laugh. To learn. To love. Home is also a place to be naked, pour Kool-Aid onto the ground, and to wear your pink bandanna like a sassy, suburban hibachi chef.
Whoa! How did that last picture get there?! Is that Mikyn? Yeesh! Where did this even come from? I mean I definitely didn't copy and paste this! Man, sometimes I just don't understand computers!