Wednesday, August 12, 2015


Mark is home from the hospital.  He had an accident a few days ago and totaled his motorcycle.  Thank God that he was wearing a helmet because it could have been much worse than concussion symptoms.

His mother is coming to stay with him for the week, but until then, we're going to look after him for two days (me and Derek).  I made him dinner and cleaned his house for when he came home.  God forbid it looked like that when his mother came over.  He is not exactly a neat nick.  I didn't think that anyone could eat so much pizza and still look like he does.

I'm glad to be able to help him out for a change.  Between the car repairs, rides home, and last second babysitting, this was the least that I could do.  Hopefully, he will be back to himself after the week is over.  Right now, he is not.  He is cranky and bored--like an overgrown baby.  He actually tried to talk me into letting him mow his lawn for some odd reason.  I told him that if I saw him out there, I would break both his arms.  He pouted, but he listened.  It's nice to have someone listen to me, for a change.

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