Okay, so the Callicotts spend weeks bashing me on their blog. And just when I get warmed up, they have to go and bust out the nice blog. Now what do I do?
In all honesty, having the Callicotts as my house guests made for a wonderful week. It’s fun sharing my life with my friends–especially friends who seem genuinely interested and excited.
People sometimes ask me if I miss Hannibal. And to be honest, I don’t really. I had served my time lived there for three years, and I felt like God was moving me elsewhere. But I do, without a doubt, miss my friends–and the Callicotts are definitely on the list of those friends I miss the most. I can’t tell you how many times I sat in their basement and laughed so hard that I started making those weird gasping/choking noises. And people who love you after seeing that are your real friends.
There’s nothing like being adopted into a family when your own loved ones are hours away. The Callicotts are definitely my family–you know, like those weird cousins who you love in that embarrassed, pretend-like-you-don’t-know-them-when-you’re-in-public kind of way.
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I JUST LOVE YOUR BLOG. YOUR COMMENTS ABOUT YOUR FRIENDS ARE GREAT. SCOTT AND TAMMIES COMMENTS ARE GREAT TOO. YOU’RE ALL CRAZY YOU KNOW. MOM
OK - so you totally don’t know who I am, but I have really enjoyed reading your posts. This one in particular (along with all of the other ones dueling with SandT) hits home with me because I am Scott’s real-life cousin. You go girl - don’t take his sarcastic snarkiness lying down! Hee-hee-hee!!