Family matters
August 9th, 2003 by Liss
I love my family. No, really—I do. Sure, they drive me crazy sometimes (individually and collectively), but overall, they’re not a bad bunch.
This weekend was going to be a very quiet one - nothing but hanging out at home and (hopefully) making some progress on the endless list of things that need to be done around the house. Being the antisocial soul that I am, I wasn’t initially all that thrilled to get a call from my brother asking if he and his household as well as my parents could come by for a visit. I’m glad that my higher brain said “sure”, though, since it ended up being a very nice day.
There’s nothing bad to say about hanging out with an adorable and very happy infant, following it up with an adventure to the (huge, very nice, recently upgraded) playground with a two-year-old, and then heading to a steakhouse for a big family dinner.
I needed this afternoon more than I thought. And it beat the heck out of doing laundry and scrubbing the bathrooms.