I hope everyone had a very happy Thanksgiving!!
Of course, Elder and Younger were home for the week, so I found myself asking all kinds of interesting questions —
How did you fit all those clothes and your sheets into one small basket?
Why can’t you guys hook your two game systems into different televisions instead of arguing over one?
Are we really having this argument . . . in my bedroom . . . at midnight?
What if I hadn’t noticed the Cheetos that were mixed in with your clothes and washed them?
Why is my sofa turned backwards and shoved against the door?
How many pairs of socks do you think you have lost beneath your sink?
How is asking you for a bagel insulting?
Do you not see the laundry basket? Is that the problem?
How old are the two of you?
Why would you throw the cat onto the dog?
Did you know you can drink from the same glass more than once?
Twenty and seventeen? And you’re still arguing over video games?
How am I supposed to fit all these clothes and sheets back into one small basket?
Why is one week so short?
And now, alone in my silent house, I only have one question —
How long until Christmas?