Better late than never…

I’m sure (or at least I hope) that there are others out there who feel visiting your parents can seem like going into battle.  No my parent’s house does not have a howitzer in the front yard (but I’m sure my dad would like to have one)  the barking dogs are shih tzus, so nothing to be afraid of there unless you are afraid of being urinated on.  My mom did greet me with a hello before asking for help- which I may have offered in an attempt to stop my dad from reminding of the tasks he needed me to complete:teach your mother how to use facebook, get the wii to work, and there was something about iphones also…