Warm Nest

Son#2 pulled a fast one again: just as we were driving away after dropping him off at the in-laws', his face pulled into an anguished mask and he said he didn't want to stay after all.
Once the decision was made, he was supremely content with life.
He said he would miss me too much. 
Poor bubby.

Of course Son#1 seized the opportunity to stay in his brother's stead.
He sends me text messages and is hawking his Loom bracelets, hoping his grandparents will bite.

The husband is off in the morning to help a meticulous friend, fixing and scrubbing his yacht which hasn't sailed in two years.
We'll drive to the coast in the afternoon with #2 and #3.
If the weather holds.

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