So I just got off of the phone from the other three members of the family. Big sis states we erred in creating little bro. Little bro asks if I wondered where my Power Rangerish bike helmet, last seen in his arms this morning, went. My beloved life partner wondering if I was wearing some helmet at least and perhaps a bit of query as to my arrival time. Being an inflexible 60 minutes away I can only listen to the various yelled disputes and work out how I can walk in and save the lot of them with a few heroic acts and some calm words of acknowledgement and encouragement. Then the pasta. At least that is my current plan.
It is so odd to walk in, a bit tired between the new job and the rushed tho fun bike rides, and have no idea what the day has been like. How does everyone do this?
-- Posted from a Cell Phone
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