a word on mothers day

I love my mom. And I love that I get to be just a few minutes away from my family so that I can celebrate minor holidays like Mother's Day with them. And what did we do? We ate platefuls of meat that my dad had cooked. Ribs, and steak, and sausage. With baked beans. And we watched the Survivor finale. And last week's episode before that, because I hadn't seen it. 4 hours of Survivor.

And we just cracked each other up in the meantime. Because that's what we do. I laugh so much when I'm with my family. And my mom especially. We will both laugh at the stupidest things, and laugh the loudest and the longest. I was thinking about that tonight as my mom and I were both laughing so hard we had tears in our eyes while everyone else is like, "okay. seriously. it's not that funny."

Nobody gets me like my mom. And when I keep dropping my ribs and get A1 sauce all over me, who washes my clothes and then sends me home with a stain stick? My mom.

Here's a little montage for ya: