Drums in the deep

Is it just me, or does driving through an empty Atlanta at 2 AM feel a lot like tiptoeing through Moria?

Beats rush hour, though. For sure.

Squeal

Picked up My Oldest, age 13, in front of her middle school with my car blaring Black Sabbath.

She leaped in and yelled, “Let’s do this!!!”

I may have squealed the tires a bit as we pulled away.

Down the road, she said, “That may have been the most badass exit from a middle school ever.”

Maybe, this makes up for yelling, “MAKE GOOD CHOICES!” when I drop her off in the mornings.

#leavingforDisney #vacationrocks #Disneystateofmind

Me: “You are not in charge of your brother.”

Little Miss Thing, age 5: “I know I’m not in charge. I just tell him things to do. And he has to do them.”