My oldest son came for band practice last night (he lives on his own). Walked in the door late with a basket full of laundry. I happened to be at the door taking my clothes out of the dryer.
I said, "Oh, did you bring me presents?" And he said, "Ya, if you don't mind. Love ya, Mom" and ran downstairs for practice. I mumbled, "Ya, love you too, Ev!" to thin air.
I did two loads of his laundry between 6:30 and just about 9. His whites were still in the dryer when he was ready to leave. I asked how much time did he think they'd take?!! He thought I'd do one load with the colors/whites mixed. Even if I did (which I wouldn't), it would not have fit.
I'm rambling about stupid things today but that's all that's on my mind right now.
Oh yeah, and YIPPEEEEE! We will have Easter dinner with at least one son (mentioned above). Now I need to talk his brother into it.