The Things You Always Do

The song I posted on the last blog is one I just heard last week and loved immediately.

Sorry I haven't posted since then.

My mother knows me so very well. This morning, she said to me "I brought you breakfast." Breakfast came in a Portillos bag. Breakfast was a greasy, delicious Italian Beef/Sausage combo. Not very many people can stomach such a massive meal so early in the morning, but heart-attacks on a plate are what tickle my palate's fancy.

I like that she knew that about me. I like the little habits and quirks that we know about each other simply because we spend that much time together.

I like knowing that Jess is home because I hear her stomping all the way upstairs. I like how I know that daddy falls asleep at approximately the same time every evening while watching soccer or a movie- or how he knows which days I shouldn't park on certain sides of the street because of street sweep. We live on a corner, so we have to watch out about parking on a few streets.

My phone rings incessantly in the morning. LORD only knows who calls THAT much THAT early in the morning because you can bet your ass I don't get up to answer. My family already knows how much I love to sleep.

Well, off I go to find something to drink. Preferably, something unhealthy.

Leave me some comments about the quirks and habits of your loved ones.