So very much has happened in the last week and a half. Graduation was Sunday. J was chosen as a reader this year, and did brilliantly pronouncing names like "Abdhouramane" and "Chanthalangsy" and messed up on Ms. Bird. Even my perfect man's human. Monday we had an impromptu barbeque. The kids (ours and the Brians') even helped make a patriotic cake topped with strawberries and blueberries, but I think the most american part was the chili in the hair, on the face, and covering the clothes of the littlest one.
One of the funniest sayings from the weekend came not from one of my own two cuties, but from my dear ma-in-law. As we prepared for a quick shopping run, she was mentioning the rooms in her house that she'd like to de-clutter. I added the garage to the list, unless it was Sam's territory. She said, "No, the garage doesn't have clutter, just Amy's stuff, and Jason's stuff, and Sam's stuff, and Christmas stuff....except for the box or two of [this]. And, well, there are a couple of boxes of [that]. And I guess some boxes of [the other]." At that point I couldn't contain my laughter any more and we both enjoyed a chuckle. I have her permission to retell the story at her funeral (a LONG time from now) when I ask for help sorting through things, but I'm sure by then I will have forgotten it. Who knows? Maybe it'll get sorted before then. But there are many things in life more important. Like shopping : )
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