Reason #9543872 why my dad rocks...
I got a package this afternoon. I didn't recognize the return address, and I wasn't expecting anything. It turns out that my dad had found a replacement for the Paul Konerko bobblehead (from a Sox game giveaway THREE years ago!) that was wounded in action during the furniture moving. At first I felt bad thinking that he could possibly think that I'd be mad at him for accidentally breaking it after ALL the work he did here. But, it was totally a thoughtful gesture and a good reminder of how lucky I am.
I took my brother back to the airport yesterday. We always have a good time, and I'm always a little sad to see him go. I'm not as bad as I used to be, though. At least now I don't act like I'm never going to see him again. Now that the family time is over, I can finally get back to eating normally! Well, as normally as I can possibly eat, anyway...
I took my brother back to the airport yesterday. We always have a good time, and I'm always a little sad to see him go. I'm not as bad as I used to be, though. At least now I don't act like I'm never going to see him again. Now that the family time is over, I can finally get back to eating normally! Well, as normally as I can possibly eat, anyway...