Home Sweet Mathews

Now, don't get me wrong. I love my home (as you can see in a previous post), but there are pros and cons. Tonight, I had a lot more pros.

I came home from work in Auburn, which consisted of the normal hair salon with Rileigh, Jayla, Abbey and Quaniyah. My kindergartners also had their everyday Freeze Dance competitions, and I also managed (again)to get Johnathan to perform his stellar version of "Pretty Boy Swag". After work, all the downstairs girls went to Brick Oven for Shia's wedding shower. I'm going to be lost without these girls and kids when I move to Raleigh.

So, after driving home from Auburn, I ran up to my room to change clothes. I noticed that Jordan-- or as I fondly call him, Jorge-- was missing. Turns out, he was in his room, already in bed. Being the older, and annoying, sister I love to be, I threw open the door and started jumping on his bed. I could tell my master plan worked when he started on me. "Brooks, get out! Leave me alone! Go away!" were the only words he would say to me. I forgot how much I love annoying my little (or not so little anymore) brother. I guess I consider that one pro to being home.

Later on, I moved into the game room and turned on the T.V. It hit me again (another pro).. we have HBO at home. I settled into The Dark Knight and had Houston curled up below me on the floor. I realized what would make the moment even better and got up for the glass of wine. When I got back, Houston took over my spot. I tried to push him off, but he stayed put. Even after begging him, Houston lifted his head as if to say, "Seriously? Nope." I couldn't help but laugh at the situation. Here I was, balancing a wine glass in my hand, and begging my black lab to get off the couch as if he was human. Finally, I managed to push him enough where I could fit. It apparently got too hot for him, so he moved off the couch, giving it back to me.

I finally got comfortable when my mom decided at 10:30 (which for anyone who knows my parents, that's super late) to go up to her barn to turn off the fans. Ten minutes later she's rushing back into the house, frantically searching for her cell phone. "Miller's hind leg is 3x the normal size. I think it's a snake bite!" I knew well enough that even trying to help would just land me hearing her rant, so I waited while she raced back up to the barn.

I decided to search the rest of the channels, and lo-and-behold, I found one of my favorite movies playing, Hello Dolly. My first thoughts were SWHITTLE. I was so excited to see Cornelius and Barnaby dance it out while Dolly serenaded me with Louis Armstrong. So here I am now, blogging about it. The biggest scene's about to occur, so excuse me while I enjoy it.

I'll lift my wine glass to you, reader, hope you're night's as lovely as mine. Cheers!