Leftovers anyone??

The food's been eaten, the arteries are clogging,  the dishes are done, and can I get an amen on that one, thank you very much.  It was a fast and furious trip to the Farm and back, and that one is in the can as well.  Since Bruce stayed behind to sight in his gun with his brother, he'll snag a ride home with Cowboy John, wife Karen, son Payton, and John's dog, Mollie. 

As I smoked it up Northwest Highway on my way home, I dropped by to see mom.  She had been to the Country Club with my brother and his wife and man oh man, did I get an earful from my brother.  Yada, yada, yada....deeee duh.  All stuff we three siblings already know, but he got a big old up close and personal opportunity to deal with himself.  All I kept saying was "Yep...yep...yep...been there."  I finally just asked " But was the food good and did you enjoy it?" and he said "Yes...it was beyond beautiful and the food was superb."  So, by the end of our conversation, I reminded him of what he'd just told me....that despite the pain and frustration of watching our mother slide downhill at a pretty good clip, he'd had a lovely lunch with her for Thanksgiving, and what a great memory he now had to tuck away.  I hate to sound like such a happy mouth but sometimes whining, pain, and negativity only get me so far before I'm ready to see some positives--and FAST.  I have to laugh, or I go crazy.

So, I told him when I'd been over setting up her new phones the other day, that she had told me "here...here's the phone...come get this..." and she was serious.  It was the remote to her TV.  And I had laughed the whole way home.  He... like... to... died.  Laugh or go nuts...it's a choice.