Wow. Has it really been over a week since I posted anything on here?

For shame, for shame.

Since there's all of, what, ONE person who actually has returned to this here blog?

I am hanging my head in deep, remorseful shame.

We used to have a Black Labrador (Flash was his name), and when he would get into trouble, we would tell him, "Hang your head. Shaaaaaaaaaaame."

And that dog would HANG. HIS. HEAD.

Oh yes ma'am, he would!

So, my one internetty friend, I am hangin' my head. Oh, it is a-hangin'.

Molly Moo and myself took my mother-in-law to the airport today. She is meeting up with my brother-in-law and his family down in Orlando. Because, well, it is the season for cavorting with Mickey Mouse and his gang, right?

We figured everything was going well on the trip, and so I pulled up alongside the curb at the airport, popped the trunk lid, all the while leaving the car running, because I figured that I was completing this transaction as usual, only to find my mother-in-law looking sad and lonely.

Ya'll, she didn't want to go. Oh no she didn't.

So we hung out with her until she walked her little barefoot self through the metal detector and the security checkpoint.

Honestly, I think she was a little bit sad about leaving "the girl" (otherwise known as Molly Moo) for five days. No amount of Mickey Mouse can fix that kind of sadness.

And the funniest part of all? Molly had absolutely no idea why we were hanging around the airport snack bar/newsstand, and ya'll, she was performing the "pull your eyes up REAAAAAL high using your eyebrows," all the while saying, "Mama, when we gonna leave? Can we leave NOW???"

I think Grandma chose not to hear that part.

Oh, and the best part?

Listing to my daughter scream at the retreating figure of her grandmother, "Grams! Bring me somefin' from Mickey the Mouse's house!"