So, he's coming home late tonight. I still have no idea when. Where did I go wrong? Clearly I messed up in the communication department here. Clearly.
Then we have this one: Seriously. She manages to keep her mother up to speed on everything and get her work done. How could they have shared the womb all that time and not be similar? And I wonder if she will make that pasta for me when she gets here? Thank heaven for daughters. And sons, too.