My parents came back from Canada last night. My sister and I ate leftovers for dinner for a few nights, I went out to dinner once, and yesterday we had rice-a-roni. Good thing my mom is back. She made this egg thing last night for herself and my sister to take to lunch today (since I already had packed my salad).

This morning I left the house and I hear someone calling me. My mom is yelling for me to take some of the egg. I told her I already had my lunch and that I was running late so I just took off. I'm a block away from the bus stop and I hear honking. My mom drove to give me the egg and told me she'd drive me one block to the bus stop because it was raining. I know people have said that I'm lucky to live at home and I always argue back about my curfew and being asked who/what/when/where every time I go out. But I am lucky. That's love. :)