Business as usual


Just sitting up late, waiting to go pick up Younger Son at his job at the grocery store. Why, you ask, when he is 22 and obviously capable of getting himself home?

Because, I answer, he forgot his house keys. Again. And I would rather go pick him up thereby getting to sleep a little earlier, than either a) wait for him to walk home and then let him in, or b) be awakened out of a sound sleep by him pushing the door buzzer on our apartment building (which is thankfully loud enough to wake me, but also scares the bejesus out of me.)

My choice. Off to the store parking lot...


Posted: Sun - December 30, 2007 at 11:36 PM   | | | | |


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