So my good sweet Daddy takes me to lunch every week and we are usually accompanied by Davie boy. Todays lunch was at In-N-Out burger mmmm I love that place. There were a lot of people that were looking for tables to sit at as we sat there and chatted the afternoon away. I confessed to googling my father last night and he asked me what I thought of his "linked-in" page. Lets be honest, I didn't look at it. Then I told him about the rain yesterday's last night and he didn't believe me that it rained. It did. Not that that is interesting but if you are reading this you must be bored anyway. I love my Daddy and our weekly lunch trips :) its always nice to have good food. In case you are wondering, apparently if you give my mom peppermint she will start hyperventilating because it is too spicy. So if anyone wants a good show give her a good strong mint. Fair warning though she might try to tell you about how good breath is always a plus for the doorstep scene!
Lyrics that have been on my mind today, good old Rascal Flatts:
Fifth floor
She’s up in her dorm
Studyin’ for her midterms
She’s had one of those weeks
Where the world it seems is against her
Right on cue a picture pops up on her laptop
She can’t pick her cell phone up fast enough
Sometimes you just need a little home
Some “hey mom and dad what’s goin’ on?
I’m just checkin’ in
No there ain’t nothing wrong”
Sometimes you just need a little home
Well he’s tired, sits down in the sand
Shoe box in his hand, half a world away
And he smiles when he sees who it’s from
He lays down his gun, no he can’t wait
Cards and letters and something sweet
He takes a bite and reads
how everybody sends their love, he tears up
Sometimes you just need a little home
A little let you know you’re not alone
To carry in your heart
And keep your spirit strong
Sometimes you just need a little home
Sometimes
I’d like to drive back through that little town
Sometimes
And get my feet back on the ground
Sometimes you just need a little home
A little hey you’ve been gone way too long
Yeah way to long
No matter how grown up you get
No matter how far you roam
Sometimes you just need a little home
Home sweet home
Sometimes you just need a little home
Hey “mom and dad, what’s goin’ on?”
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