Beer and Sun - it's theraputic!
There are moments, in between all the boredom and frustration and downright infuriation, when life's just grand. It's my mum's birthday today (Happy Birthday, mum!) and both my brother and sister came home for the weekend. Now, normally, having all five of us in the house will cause a blazing row (of the scream-ourselves-hoarse-and-occasionally-throw-things-at-each-other variety.)
This weekend? Was awesome. We laughed and chatted, ate way too much good food and sat out in the garden 'til midnight, then got up this morning, walked around to the pub (and spent a few hours laughing, chatting and drinking beer in the sun).
And for maybe the first time EVER, I found myself wishing the siblings could stay.
Not so long ago, I thought for sure that my sister and I would never get on. Now, I still don't think we'll ever be best of friends, but I guess, hope, whatever, that we can be friendly.
Amazing what a bit of sun and beer can do...
Nw, I'm off to blow up some more spaceships.
This weekend? Was awesome. We laughed and chatted, ate way too much good food and sat out in the garden 'til midnight, then got up this morning, walked around to the pub (and spent a few hours laughing, chatting and drinking beer in the sun).
And for maybe the first time EVER, I found myself wishing the siblings could stay.
Not so long ago, I thought for sure that my sister and I would never get on. Now, I still don't think we'll ever be best of friends, but I guess, hope, whatever, that we can be friendly.
Amazing what a bit of sun and beer can do...
Nw, I'm off to blow up some more spaceships.