So today I was my mother's arms. Sound strange? That's okay, it kind of is. Mom is still battling this arm thing, so I took her out shopping today. And I lifted two charcoal bags (which were saran wrapped together, thank you Sam's Club). I felt like a gorilla. And I announced it to Sam's. "I'm a freakin' gorilla!" Mom didn't say anything but look at me, and I know she was thinking, "you're a nut." And she's right. But I helped her with all her groceries, dang it. So she can just put up with my craziness once in a while.
On another note, my brother and I got into a serious "fruity stick" fight. Sounds like we were fighting over fruit rollups, right? WRONG. Through this room cleaning escapade, I found a tube that once housed/held wrapping paper. My brother and I have this thing about the Lion King and Raffiki's staff--we call it his fruity stick. Well. Combine that idea with an empty wrapping paper tube and you get a perfect tool to use for beating on your little brother. It was fun. Until it broke in half. And we each had half. My arms are/were definitely a brighter shade of red. We laughed a lot. Mom and Dad thought we were nuts. And we are. I believe Dad's comment was, "I feel like I'm in a Monty Python skit." It was great. I love summer.
God Bless
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