A few years ago, Brian started taking the kidlets camping for a weekend with his brother, their “Uncle Meatball.” Yes, that is his nickname. Yes, he likes it. And yes, even other people now use that nickname for him.
And I enjoyed my annual family-free vacation. Sort of. See, I went to hang out at my mom’s place. But as it turns out, vacationing at her house can be a lot of hard work. The first day, I worked on her flower gardens but got interrupted by a freakishly huge storm (a tornado touched down less than an hour away).
This, of course, was followed by a mad dash to save as many of the clothes, antiques, and other yard sale items that were set out in the driveway and the yard. And the next day was spent mainly in cleaning up the mess and working in her thrift shop.