One month ago yesterday, we put me brummie lad, Simon, on a plane home. And one month from yesterday, me wee scottish lad, Grant, will be here for a visit.
As will his real parents.
And I can’t wait.
Simon started University this week. He reported in yesterday that so far, Uni has “been mint” and he’s “sound as ever”. (that means everything is good) He’s also coaching a girl’s team on the weekends and they won their first match on Sunday. Life is good.
Fishdog and I had pizzas delivered to Grant and Nizzy in Nebraska this week. I told you that I was pretty sure they weren’t spending much money on real food, and I found out over the weekend that I was correct. Even though pizza isn’t necessarily real food, it’s at least some form of nourishment. Once a mum always a mum, it seems. Anyway, they sent me a couple of text messages thanking me profusely for the pizza. I’m thinking they were hungrier than they thought. LOL We’re gonna do it again next week, despite their argument that we’ve “done enough already”. It’s just pizza… besides, growing boys have got to eat. Especially 6′ plus strapping scottish lads!
Bitchin' Fiction: Musings by author Melissa McKenzie / Melissa Francis 
Hmm, Simon is coaching a girls’ soccer team? Now, why does that sound like the plot of a wonderful teen movie?
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LOL! Louisa’s right — sounds like a recipe for L-O-V-E. :)And speaking of recipes…the pizza delivery was a cool thing to do.
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I think we’ll serve pizza at our reception.
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Okay, could your husband be any cuter?
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Kristen, kristen, kristen…it’s like you’ve always known me…Michelle, My husband couldn’t be any cuter if he tried. However, he can be a bit of an idiot on occasion. Louisa has a crush on him. It’s kinda scary, really.LOL
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hey, i heard that.
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oh, and i love pizza. twfkam and i will be there with bells on.
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