It made me kind of un-fun, so we took in some Olympic action in between awesome meals. So I got fed AND got to lay on a comfy bed. It was awesome. We also got to go to Wegmans, which is like a pilgrimage for Washingtonians. We don't have them, and they rock. We also spent some quality time together while we got the oil changed in the Hyundai, because somehow my Dad has become buddies with the guys at Ithaca's Midas and its cheaper. My family is weird. You know this.
They were here for such a short while that it was kind of a tease, and it was hard to see them go. Even though I saw them like 10 minutes later because Mom left her phone in my room. We are absolutely unable to leave anywhere the first time. Whether it's Claire with her books or me with...everything, the emotional goodbye is never the actual goodbye. There's always the second god-I-can't-believe-we-had-to-turn-around see ya! Miss ya! Hug and leave that comes after. I love it.
I guess our dysfunction just works for us.
