Mamacita says:  I’m leaving tomorrow to visit my brother and his family for a week, so I’ve tried to fill the refrigerator with all kinds of goodies.  I know it’s stupid,  because my husband is an excellent cook and is quite capable of feeding and caring for himself, but I have this annoying and very sexist obsession with being the person in my house who feeds everyone else.  I carry this obsession with me wherever I go, so look out, Baby Brother, because I’ll do the same thing in YOUR kitchen if you let me.*    Thank goodness my sister-in-law is such a lovely, easy-going person, because it can’t be easy hosting someone like me,  who loves kitchens and just longs to take over everybody’s.  Sigh.

ANYWAY. <–no “s” on the end.

This won’t make any difference to any of you because on the internet, we’re all both invisible AND sitting on each other’s sofas, and I’m taking my laptop with me.  I can meet all my writing obligations, compose all those tests I’ve been hired to write (Yay!  I love writing tests!  And mine are fair AND challenging, which is how a good test ought to be),  and nobody would ever know I wasn’t sitting at home if I hadn’t told you.  If any of my clients are reading this post, worry not, for I would not let you down for love OR money.

I love flying, and I love my brother and his family,  and I can’t wait to see them all.  I make sure they’re glad to see me by bringing them gifts.  Thank you, thank you, wonderful Mom, for taking me with you once again.  She doesn’t like to travel alone, and I’ve got a few weeks off between college semesters, so it works out perfectly for both of us.  Plus, we’re going on Mom’s dime; otherwise, there’s no way I could have gone.

Is anybody’s family more awesome than mine?  No, I don’t think they are.

It’s a long way from southern Indiana to southeastern Idaho, but what’s distance to an airplane?  I hope I get a window seat, so I can see the tops of the clouds.  I know if I look hard enough, I’ll see an angel sleeping there.

Add to all of this, I get to see both of my sisters tomorrow, too!  My awesome Other Sister is letting us stay all night at her home and taking us to the airport at the very asscrack of dawn early Monday morning, and both she and my Tumorless Sister are meeting us for dinner Sunday night.

That’s what I’m doing.  So, whassup with all of you?

* Oh please let me!