Coming Home

My parents are coming home on Friday. It will be nice to be able to talk to them at normal hours of the day instead of 12am or 7am. Seriously.

Here's where they've been all summer.

I think I'm going to go in March or April of 2008. That pool is already yelling my name. Can't you hear it? "Esteph!" I'm really hoping that some hottie will be in that pool across the street too...

My mom doesn't really want to come home. She misses her grandkids a ton, but really, I think she'd stay if she could. If my mom wouldn't have been so sick during her pregnancy with me, I would have been born in Spain instead of Napa. And for that, I shake my fist.