Matthew flew home on Sunday, and after saying 'hi' crashed on top of his bed and woke up 14 hours later.
He's 17. =0)
He's also very, very tan and very, very tall. I'm thinking he may have passed his dad up by now. I tried to get a picture, but he wasn't willing. Yet. I'll wait until I have a plate of food for him in my hands...works every time!
I've been doing lots of cooking with all those blueberries, with the favorite being Ina's Blueberry Coffee Cake Muffins. I made 4 dozen on Saturday and there is 1 left. Not 1 dozen, but 1 muffin.
Sigh.
Matthew has choir camp tonight, and so does Michael. Alex has basketball and Brian has a friend coming to play. As for me? I am going to sit in my very peaceful backyard and continue to read about Harry...I sure wish I could conjure up a spell to mop my floors!
Happy Monday, everyone!
Love your blog! Didn't I always tell you that you should be a writer? I'm happy that after 40 yrs. you're finally listening to me!!!
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