(Actually written on July 9th, 2009)B's brother has been staying with us, and although I love him to bits, it's always a little weird having a house guest. I had to remind myself not to do things I would normally do. Like wear a bathrobe after getting out the shower and not just walk around in a towel. Or to make sure that I have all the items I need when changing versus walking around the place looking for my shirt... while in a bra.
Now that the funeral has passed, most of the visitors are heading back home and B's brother (The European) can once again sleep in his room. B had to leave his keys and remote to the garage door to The European this morning so that he could get out once he woke up and he will leave them at their Mama's house. B will stop by after work and pick up his ish.
(I'm sure this will happen) I hope he eats dinner at his Mama's tonight. I am so pooped!
We have been running all over and now I just want to melt into the sofa. If B eats at his Mama's I can heat up a Cup-o-Noodle and channel surf.

Another thing, I haven't been to my Mama's house. I stop by after work (sometimes) to say Hello and visit with the kiddies. Since they are on summer vacation, we go swimming or get ice cream, then on the Friday nights, we rent movies.