May 18, 2008

I'm so glad when diddy comes home...

Every day around 5:30 I hear the garage door open and mom says, "guess who's home"?  I get so excited I run to the garage door...just when I get there, my dad comes walking in.  I am so excited that I just say "diddy, diddy" until he picks me up.  I love my diddy and I love when he is home.  I miss him so much when he is gone all day.


This past weekend my diddy had to go to Jackson Hole, WY to present at a conference.  He left on Friday after having lunch with me and my mom and was supposed to be home early Saturday afternoon.  I waited all day for him to come home, but he never did.  Mom told me that dad's car broke down and she didn't know when he would be back.  I heard something about a serpentine belt and all the stores in Jackson being closed on Saturdays and Sundays. Guess that sweet S4 dad bought isn't so sweet after all. I'm just glad that when I woke up Sunday morning dad was home and we could play!

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