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Ben and I drove to the country today to have lunch with my parents and grandparents. My baby brother Chady-Bear received his mission call this week, so the lunch conversation turned into a God-fest rather quickly. Usually I eat really fast and escape from the table before this happens. Today I wasn’t so lucky.

My mother was telling a missionary story, which like a horrrible daugher I wasn’t paying attention to until she said “the spirit touched her.” Without thinking I immediately responded saying, “isn’t that illegal?” I thought for sure everyone would freak out since my grandparents were there. Before my mother could give me the look of death my grandmother burst out laughing. I really do have the best, most understanding family ever.

I’m slowly turning into my Mom, which wouldn’t be so bad if it were her good traits. She is the kindest most loving person I’ve ever known. She is a nurse and has this need to help people, even when outside of the hospital. This includes giving her daughter’s favorite coat away to someone who needed it more. Yeah, it happened, but I couldn’t be mad.

My Mom is sort of an airhead, as is Ben. Growing up I don’t know how many times we left the house just to turn around and go back, because she forgot to turn off her curling iron. Ben is the one who lost his basketball in the back seat of his car. HOW DOES THAT HAPPEN?!

It’s always driven me mad, until now. Why the change? Because I’ve joined their club.

I’ve been wanting to see The Queen, and finally talked a friend into taking me to see it last night. The movie starts and I realized I had already seen it. I was livid! My friend laughed at me for the rest of the evening. It sucked, since I didn’t love the movie the first time around.

If that were the only airhead moment…

Last week Daisy was chewing at her paws, as she often does due to allergies. When this happens I spray her paws with a bitter spray to keep her from chewing them. Twenty minutes after covering her paws in the stuff I noticed she was not only chewing at them more, but licking them as well. I accidentally got some of the spray on my hand before and know it tastes like hell in a bottle. Something was wrong. I picked up the bottle and noticed it was the wrong spray. I had just sprayed mint tasting dental spray on her paws. How I mixed up these two bottles is beyond me!If Daisy chews her own feet off, I can only blame myself!

For the past 23 years I’ve been convinced my mother lies about where Ben came from. Yes, I know all about the birds and bees. Boy do I know! Not that. I thought Ben had to be adopted or left on our doorstop by gypsies. Because we all know gypsies pass through Delta a lot. He looks nothing like me, or so I thought.

This picture proves me wrong, and my mother right. I really, really hate that!Excuse Ben’s need for tweezers, our exhausted eyes, and the zit I call Pluto on my chin. It was a long day.