The first day was great; the second was awful.
We were snowed in, and there was to be a raging storm later that day.
We would be here for a few more days than anticipated.
I'm not worried.
Nope.
Okay, I am extremely worried!
We're leaving my poor baby sister by herself in the manor, without us to take care of her!!
Ooo, chocolate.
Wait— worrying about my sister...not on the hot cocoa momma just handed me.
But, yum.
Mom giggles at the white mustache I'm sporting from the whipped cream. Sheri crinkles her nose in this cute way that only she can before she get a cloth and wipes my mouth.
"No son of mine will be having a white beard, nope."
Irene outright laughs at the poor joke of Sheri's. Well, if she didn't, no one would. Poor Sheri. Can't tell a joke to save her life. Sigh.