10 days. Six people. Nine states. One mini-van. We are home and recuperating. There is a mountain of laundry to do, groceries to buy, work to jump into and a series of epic errand running. Sigh. So, I took a few notes during the trip that are still worth mentioning, now that I’m not blogging by phone and can actually edit again. First, ladies and gents, while I understand the ease of hair removal products such as nair, I strongly suggest that you do not leave them on your girly/boy bits for...
We left my Sapphire and babies (cry!) and made it to Grandma’s house. So far, I’ve only overheard that the Twitches are too behind in speech and she purposely did not tell my cousin and his wife (because Grandma doesn’t like her) that I was coming into town, and THEN had me call him like it was something funny. I’m slightly mortified, but whatever. I’m sure its something that I can easily explain… they were pretty understanding last year when I handed over a can...
I called you a ho. Heh. Continuing the “Leaving Vagina, entering Asshole, crossing the Tennessee Taint” tour… Its hard to imagine a state longer than Virginia, unless its Tennessee. There’s this little tail thing on Southwest Virginia that may appear to only be a few hundred miles, but, I assure you, that tail is at least a 3-day drive. I was bad, I amused myself by taking photos while driving. Bad Melia, I know, but it was better than nodding off or gouging a hole in my head...
For those of you not following my blog religiously (you should, I’m a minister, yo), Enigma, my 9-year old son, has Asperger’s Syndrome, a form of autism that expresses itself with awkward social behaviors, OCD, sensory issues and other things that make them (to quote every OT we’ve ever seen) “quirky.” Enigma has been going through the diagnosis wheel since he was about three, when he couldn’t stay in his preschool class without wailing and finally got asked to...
