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Wednesday, February 2, 2011


(First of all, if you haven't seen Despicable Me, go rent it right now, right now, right now! Funniest movie I've seen in a long time!)

Long before this hysterical movie came out, back when my sister was spending quite a bit of time in hospitals, she declared a great truth: It's good to have minions.

After 5 days in the hospital when Pirate Baby was born, I discovered just how very right that is. It's an amazing thing having people who's job it is to clean up after you, bring you food, constantly ask you if you need anything, etc, etc.

Pretty much as soon as my mom found out I was pregnant, she was making plans to come visit. The plan was she would be here the end of January, and Pirate Baby was supposed to go along with that plan - being born near the end of the month. (Preferably on the 30th, my sister's birthday.) She was going to cook and clean and take care of me while I recovered from having a baby.

Good plan, right?

Then Pirate Baby decided he didn't like that idea, and he came over a month early.

Mom bought insurance for her tickets so she could change them if needed, but Dad was having health problems and she couldn't leave him.

But the time came for her trip, and Dad was (barely) healthy enough for her to go. She's been here for a week, and it's been heaven. My mom is amazing! She's one of my closest friends, and I can tell her pretty much anything. She's an incredible cook, and has been stuffing us silly with good foods. I've spent more time than I should admit sitting in a chair doing basically nothing while she kept my house in order. But she let me!

See? It's good to have minions.

Sadly, she leaves tomorrow. We're all really sad to see her go, but Dad needs her at home. I'm okay with it.

So why is it that NOW when she's getting ready to go; NOW when she has to fly out tomorrow; NOW when things need to be getting back on a regular schedule around here, I get sick? I'm having hot and cold flashes and my stomach feels awful. I've got a fridge full of yummy food, and it all makes me feel sicker.


Someone please contact Universal Studios and ask them how I can get minions of my own.