MOTHA!

Sorry I totally dropped the ball yesterday on posting. My mom, Motha! to you, is in town visiting before Brother Robby and I start classes on Monday. We spent the day watching that new Jane Austen movie, grocery shopping, and making the most fabulous salmon ever. It was really fun to cook for Motha! because she understands the pain of being young and married and afraid of accidentally starving or poisoning Husband due to sheer ignorance. We ate. She raved. It was a good night all around.

This morning we've already watched another Jane Austen movie (I know, right?) and now we're visiting campus so I can pick up some handouts and Brother Robby can buy books. Motha! has been giggling all day. She wants to go to the library and the Student Union. She wants to take pictures.

When we were kids, every year for the first day of school we had to take The Backpack Picture. The three of us had to pose in front of the fireplace with our backpacks in our first day of school outfits. Little Scotty is still subjected to this every year. Motha! showed me the pictures she took of him on his first day of school last week as he was getting in his car and DRIVING AWAY. He's half-way down the block and she's still snapping the pics. That's love, friends.

So, we're off now to tour the library and buy books. Then, I think, Motha! wants to clean Brother Robby's apartment "so it will be ready for school." He, understandably, is milking this for all its worth.