Life with my sister

Last Thursday I texted Julie to see how she was doing. She was taking Anna to the doctor and hating to miss the funeral in Fort Smith. I get a text back from Samuel telling me “Dude, this is Sam. Peace I am out!” I just love that he is almost 13 and a T-total preteen. It makes my auntly head spin, really. So, I went on to text him back and I wanted to share the conversation with you. If you know us in person, you will laugh. If you don’t know us outside of this blog, you may just think we are silly. Either way, I wanted to share: (little Samuel driving Aunt Abby's old turquoise "Cavy") Abby: Where is your mom? Samuel: She went to Fort Smith with Dad for the funeral. Christy will check on us often. Do not worry and do not tell Marmie! Abby: What? Is this Samuel? Samuel: She said cereal and sandwiches and I cannot use the stove. Abby: You are a dork. Where is your mom? Samuel: Headed north. I am getting scared. Don’t ever leave Henry alone. Abby: Where is your mom and why...

Last week while we were at the pool, David needed to run home for something.) And when I say run home, I mean ride his bike. We live like 5 houses down from the pool) I gave him the garage door opener to get in the house and he gave it back to me when he got back. But not before he had already spent a good 20 minutes with it in his pocket, in the pool. So, yes the opener is trash! It was the only one that worked, so now we are without a garage door opener. Friday night we came home from dinner and I had to go around to the back of the house unlock the door and go to the garage and open the door from the inside. But when I came in from outside the phone was ringing. I ran to answer it before I opened the garage door, it was David (who is staying at Stephen's parents for a few days) I told him to hold on and then procedded to drop the phone to the floor. Or what I thought was going to be the floor. Since the kitchen was dark I had forgotten that the cooler was sitting there and it wa...