I am quite happy my older brother, Tumbleweed, is coming to Atlanta this weekend. While chatting with him yesterday, I remembered an interesting tidbit from his last visit. During that visit, I once again tricked him into going to Monkey Joe’s with me and MiniMac. Do you know Monkey Joe's? It is a bounce-house-apalooza for little people. I also call it "torture for adults" but MiniMac LOVES it. And he especially rejoices when Uncle T. joins us. Oh, my brother is a good, good sport.
While there, watching MiniMac race to and fro (and you have to love it because 90 minutes at Monkey Joe’s Bouncy Bonanza equals guaranteed nap) my brother and I are chatting near some other families when he leaves to take a phone call. The woman standing next to me says, “ You and your Husband look so much alike.”
I say, “That is because he is my brother.” She makes this face:
I wanted to make that face in response to her face. Instead, after a brief pause, I say, "He is my brother. Not my husband." How many times in life would you ever need to link those sentences together???
She then makes this face (or something very close:)
She was so relieved because for a minute she actually thought I meant he was my brother AND my husband. How do I know this? SHE TOLD ME.
WOW. That's not how we play down in Georgia.
And this is what happens when your brain takes a vacation day. (Maybe she was just sleepy and needed more coffee? I know.)
*My weekend begins tonight with back to back fundraising events and more parties this weekend.
I thank MiniMac for adding something so pure and amazing to my life and for making me his Mom. To celebrate Mommyhood in our family, I am hosting a fab Mother's Day brunch on Sunday. I only wish my own Mom and my favorite Aunt Shelley were in town too.
Have a fantastic weekend everyone and to all my friends who are also kick-ass Mamalitas, have a gorgeous Mother's Day.