Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Slaves -- I Mean College Students

Three days ago my home was overtaken by four college punks.

Four college punks that I watched grow and mature from gawky preteens to beautiful young adults. Four college punks that have slept at my house NUMEROUS times, accompanied me on mission trips, listened to my advise, cleaned out my garage, and taught me more than they will ever know. I have missed them -- desperately.

This week, we have experienced naps til noon, midnight runs to Waffle House, and incessant cell phone beeps throughout the nights. The incoming texts make my house sound like an ICU unit.

And you know what? I LOVE EVERY MINUTE OF IT! Cause I love them. Even their dirty stinky college laundry. Uhm, you all are doing my laundry...right? There are six baskets upstairs. Possibly seven -- I am assuming you will have it fin dished and folded when I get home -- Lord willlin and the creek don't rise. Right? Hello? Hello? Are you all awake yet?

6 comments:

Linda said...

Watch what you ask for. You might end up with pink undies:)

Hair Bows & Guitar Picks said...

Awww...

I'm Just Being Me... said...

Love this post

Anonymous said...

Aw.... We love you too and you have taught us more than you will ever know!
-College Punks aka H-Dog, J-Money, T-Rev, and C-Poopie.

The Urban Cowboy said...

I know exactly what you mean...

Dana and Daisy said...

the cleaned out your garage? For free?