Need I Say More

Well, this pretty much sums up Brown's weekend. I am a weenie (sp) when it comes to saying no to my parents, as in I can't do it. When I last posted I had planned to tell my mom she could not have the girls for the weekend because I had some fun things planned for us etc. Well, I got bold on the phone Sat. morning. When mom asked what time she should plan to come by and pick them up, I told her that I figured that they would stay with me. There was dead silence on the other end followed by the inaudible sound of hurt feelings. Before she could speak I said "how about I bring them over this afternoon." She said that sounded great and that she would see me around 3:30. When I got to my mom's my sister was there with her granddaughter, my dad was grilling ribs, my mom had made sangria so needless to say, the girls were thrilled to be in the midst of all of this. By Sunday morning they were beat and Brown stayed on the sofa all day looking pretty much like this. And yes, she threw up in the hallway again.