like Uncle Michael

Just a tidbit of a blog tonight, I'm afraid, because I am exceedingly nauseous and don't know how long this particular reprieve will last. Tonight as we were driving to meet Gran at the track to walk, I had just cranked up the Blazer when a small dirty sock came sailing into my lap, just missing my right ear. This was followed by a fit of giggles and a second sock. I made the appropriate "ewww, gross" noises and thought of my little brother and some dirty sock wars of years past. It brought a big smile to my face.