Barbie and Kyle came on the 21st and left this afternoon. We all went along to take them to the airport in Columbus. We were sleepy on the way up and sleepy on the way back. Jim kept insisting that he was awake. At one point he blinked a bit longer than Betsey thought he should so she exclaimed "Dad! Wake up!" He did, and we did. We were pretty much all awake after that, but with HEAVY eyelids. (Too much visiting during this last week.)
We kept reassuring him, and ourselves that we were gonna make it. "There's 675! We're gonna make it!" "There's the high school, we're gonna make it!"
Then when we pulled into our plat someone said, "now we're really gonna make it." SO Jim asked if he could fall asleep yet. We told him that if he did, some of the local mailboxes might not survive, but at least we wouldn't die.
Then, there we were at long last pulling into our driveway. As the last sounds of the engine were fading away Betsey said, softly yet dramatically "When I die I want it to be peacefully in my sleep like grandma…" (I thought, "what on earth is she talking about?") "…Rather than screaming like the passengers in her car…"
What a great ending! We laughed and laughed. We had heard that joke before, but the timing this time was really perfect.--K
2 comments:
Ah, Betsey, she's so funny.
Poor Dad! I hope he got a good nap!
Yes, yes, I can relate to staying up TOO late to visit with friends and family...that's just part of the holidays, right??
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