Fiddle dee dee

I started this blog back in Jan. I expected that I would fill it with the humor of what happens when a 36 year old female moves back in with her parents, the lab, and the cat. When I moved in my 31 year old brother was also bunking in his old room. The gangs all here. I guess I found you really can come home again. I was so busy looking for a job that I didn't have time to update this little ditty. There are so many funny stories I can entertain yall with about living at home. I plan to update you on every last one of them. In full disclosure, I made some mistakes along the way and the job search got a little sidelined. I have to say my parents were there for all of it. Good and Bad. They allowed me shelter from the financial storm and have gone above and beyond what I ever expected. No clearer to me was that then tonight. I walked in the door, greeted by the Lab, and my mother's arms. I put my head on her shoulder and cried, huge sobs came out of my tiny body. And my dad got up from his chair, crossed the room and just gave me a hug and told me that he loved me. I love that man. And then the cat meowed the I'm so glad you are home chorus. So tonight when I needed them the most it was so good to be able to walk in the door at Tara and truly know there is no place like home.