The Teenager made it home safe and sound Sunday evening, just in time to do a quick load of laundry so she could re-pack her suitcase with clean clothes for our trip to Mayberry, tomorrow. In true Teenager style, she had her suitcase mentally packed and ready to go several weeks ago, but, all that other traveling she was doing got in the way of actual, physical packing. No worries, though; she's locked and loaded and ready to go, now.
I am not quite so prepared, myself. I have been preoccupied with tearing the Man-Cub's old bunk bed down to make room for the new bedroom set that he doesn't know is being delivered tomorrow. On that topic; getting a fourteen year old boy to pack up his entire room in between baseball games, a full time job and hours spent on his new Xbox is a lot harder than one might expect.
Anyway, the Cub will have a brand new bedroom by the time we return from Mayberry on Sunday.
The Teenager still won't have a tattoo, but that is neither here, nor, there.
I'm just sayin'.