Middle Finger Monday

First day back and it's harder than I thought. I've already been into some rosé. I've had an expensive lunch (thanks to my more-than-amazing co-workers) and now I'm sitting here blogging.

My trip home was yet another message from the universe. I gave mom a kiss, stifled some tears and walked down the hallway. First dad and I were stopped by a freight train. Next we came to a toll booth that only took coins. Dad doesn't carry change because coins in his pockets are one of his many annoyances. So, I pieced together all the change I could, which amounted to (I swear) $1.49. I had EXACTLY 14 pennies. There wasn't a single freaking penny anywhere. Not in the nooks and not in the crannies. The toll was $1.50. But when dad says "F#@k it" you embrace that rare moment and you do. Dad, you still have 6 days to pay that extra cent. Dare you live on the edge? Next, I showed up to the airport, went to sign in and low and behold I still had mom's phone. Made it through security. Made it to the gate. The screen said "Boston" and there was no attendant to assign me a seat. Finally got my seat 10 minutes before the flight, but all in all I'm pretty sure my mom was making a statement.

I woke up this morning to Draper in my face and it was lovely. But then it hit me. We're separated. And that's when I called Dee and because she is the amazing sister that she is, she was already staring at her. Dee has put her on a schedule - every 30 minutes she wakes her up and makes her do her tricks. And every 30 minutes she does them. "Pam, can you show me two fingers?" Pam gave her the middle finger and with that my heart is elated.

Happy Monday folks.