Beautiful sister who lost 22 pounds before I came out. She's very selfish like that.
Jake, aka 'gentleman kitty', after feasting on a wild pig in butter sauce. This is actually a very flattering picture, believe it or not.
The Biltmore estate. Nothing more to say.
Nick and Brad riding a Spyder. Who knew those words went together?
Let's go with that whole Lord of the Rings marathon, shall we? Okay, so I get a call from my narc, who informs me that the fresh milk delivery from the previous morning is 18 hours warmed by the noonday sun, and the boys are just now rousing, all zit faced and greasy hair, from the previous night's activities. Seems they tucked Jules in nice ... and tight ... and safe as a 10 year old has any right to be, by CALLING and telling HER to make sure the doors are locked and garage closed, as they'll likely be late getting home.
And why not in person? Oh, that would be because they hadn't actually BEEN home, per se, the entire day preceding this tucking in, as any Lord of the Rings fan knows, the shows are as long winded as a February freeze. And it was a marathon, remember? With break time only for the necessities~ie., Mountain Dew replenishment, sword fighting and urinating out the window wells. No time for house calls or welfare checks. Duh.
Now, lest ye cast full blame upon them, it was really our fault. First, we bred a younger sister. Second, we went to South Carolina. And last, we told them all, "No friends over while we're gone." Which translates through their I-pod filter into, "Leave home immediately and only come back to sleep it off." So see? The finger goes this way, too.
Thus, in the end, we gave them a good phone screaming, mentioning things like: shut the hell up with your lame excuses, X-box grounding for the calendar year, DCFS and the foster care system and warm milk on cereal for eternity. One or all of them seemed to do the trick, as we returned home to a clean kitchen and a partial vacuuming job. They managed to suck up everything but a dried out carrot in the middle of the floor. (shoulder shrug)
Now for the sake of time, all the rest gets the Readers Digest version~a three day headache~and don't tell me it had anything to do with excessive caffeinated beverages every time we passed by a restaurant/convenience store/the fridge~because I won't believe you. I think it's just a curse God has chosen to give me, in order to keep me low.
Next, Jake, the fattest southern kitty in the world, who only hunts and eats pigs feet and deep fried mice, gets high centered while walking and has rubbed all the fur off his underbelly.
A couple of new favorite southern expressions, compliments of Brad and Carly~"Makes yer butt pucker," in referring to something that makes you cringe and recoil. And, "No, seriously, he's a tick," in regards to a lazy, rotund man who is a suck and drain on society. Now really, who tells it better than the SOUTH? Nobody, that's who!
In the end, I'm back home, better for having been with my beautiful southern belle sister and niece, hospitable brother-in-law and oo-ing and ah-ing over The Biltmore estate, fall leaves on country roads and just how close one can come to hurling on an airplane full of farty passengers, without actually filling the bag.
Plus, now I'm even more charming than ever, so WATCH OUT, PEOPLE! I CAN ANNIHILATE YOUR CHARACTER WITHOUT YOU EVEN KNOWING I WAS TALKING ABOUT YOU!
Cuz that's the southern way.
Bless yoe hawts.
10 comments:
LOTR marathon rocks, except when you have curdled milk.
Nice to know you are back and not farting on the plane anymore. (Did I read that right?)
That cat obviously found the pounds your sister lost.
Yikes.
I wonder what it eats for dessert.
HIL.AR.IOUS!! Poor cat, I can just picture his poor bare belly. Your boys are a real hoot. But you know if you drink a lot of Mt. Dew you have to pee somewhere...Mimi
NOW ... WHY is it that instead of laughing hysterically (which I did .. ESPECIALLY about the radio remote controlled AIRPLANE!! IS that why your text was so frantic???) I am CRYING?? Is it because I, too, know of our older sisters complete love and adoration for us - and we miss her like CRAZY and it makes me SICK that I didn't get to be there with you all?? Yes - that's it. And your descriptions of the fall leaves and shopping and being at the BILTMORE all while being in her presence makes my heart ache for the time when I can do those things with you. But for now, I'll nurse my baby and pray for Jake to not explode on contact.
AWW man!!! Some one already took my line, but the cat found the 22 pounds. Holy smokes, he is southern.
I'm a little jealous... and the only thing I can do to make up for it is to have my own LOTR marathon. and maybe buy an obese feline.
Oh my heck!!!!!! Poor Julia!!! I just can't get over it. She could have called me, I would have come and got her. I thought all the kids were with you until the day you got home and Chris informed me that it was a couples retreat.
Stinking older brothers... I know, I have three! Somehow, I am still alive...barely.
You should have left Julia HERE. With US. So you could add another southern stop on your trip and stopped here to entertain me on your way. Dang it. Why don't you think of these things. Very selfish and shortsighted of you, bless yer hart.
Reading this was the Cherry on top of my 12 hour work day...now I can go drop into bed laughing my head off.
Love your life!
Many times in the day of my life I think "I wonder how Lisa would write this experience" there are so many of them.
It only gets better Lisa!
Have you read 'We're just like you only Prettier'?
You'd LOVE it.
"He's a tick!" I so get it and LOVE it! Thanks!
Wondered who was watching Jules as we all know how responsible teenage boys really are. I figured she was good because I didn't see her wandering aimlesly around the neighborhood bearfooted with ratty hair. Give me a heads up next time. Jules is always welcome here!
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