BUSTED!

My brother and sister-in-law announced on the weekend that they would be moving to London, England for three years for my brother’s job. He’s a big-wig at a major international firm and this new post will set him up to be a bigger-wig when he returns to Canada. Right now, they live about 15 minutes from me and we see them often. My nephew and niece (ages 6 and 3) and my kids get along famously.

Obviously this is a big upset in our family, especially for my parents, who are used to seeing their grandchildren at least once a week. They will return home often and have decided to hold onto their beautiful home here so that it’s available to them on visits home and when they return, which is small comfort to my folks.

I decided to set up a family blog, where we can post pictures, stories, videos, etc. so the miles between us don’t feel so daunting. Everyone is on board and intrigued by the idea, so hopefully it will take off.

Homer mentioned this morning as we drove to work that he noticed I had been working on the family blog and wondered how I even knew how to do that. I just told him that, “I know stuff”. He laughed and asked if I had any other blogs. I told him I did and he asked a bunch more questions. I didn’t tell him the name of the blog or anything about it, except that it was a “mom blog”. I ultimately told him that I didn’t want him reading it because I didn’t want him to tell me how lame it is. He agreed.

As he dropped me off, he said “Have a good day, Marge.” When I looked back at him, he had a goofiest grin on his face.

The bugger knew all along.