You Can't Refrigerate A Toilet

My Aunt Amy, Uncle Mark and cousins Brent and Ashton came to visit this weekend, and my camera battery was dead! Ahhhh! And the camera store was out of my battery! Ahhhhh! Fortunately Uncle Mark came to the rescue with his phone camera. Perhaps not the highest definition photography, but the meeting of Julia Ashton Sanderson and Elsbeth Ashton Mobley had to be documented.

I've been dying to introduce Elsbeth to the lovely lady after whom she was named. Ashton has always been close to my heart, and after sharing a room together the summer before I started college, we decided we needed to be unofficial sisters. And after a day of wiping elderly heinies, you need a fun-loving sister to come home to, let me tell ya!

Fun story from my days as a nurses' aid in a nursing home:

One of my jobs was to get my patients up and dressed for the day. One morning I dressed a woman named ... let's call her Ms. VonGriffinpelt. Since Ms. VonGriffinpelt no longer had all the bulbs burning upstairs, dressing her could be a bit of a challenge as she didn't enjoy it and would sometimes act like she was going to hit you. Thus I attempted to get this job done as efficiently as possible. Later in the day, after the residents had been wheeled to lunch, I heard on of my co-workers yell, "Who dressed Ms. VonGriffinpelt this morning?!" I ran into the dining room in time to see Ms. VonG sitting at her table with her shirt pulled way up, tucking her "girls" into her pants. In my haste I had forgotten to put on her bra, and I guess them dangling around her waist had finally gotten uncomfortable. Man I miss that job.

So anyway, I had a marvelous visit with my dear family. They ooohed and ahhhed appropriately over my girl, and my boy had a fabulous time playing outside with Brent. I think Brent now knows where all the basketball nets and sewer covers in our neighborhood are located. Why can't we all live closer?