Call Home.

If you have spent any time with me, you know this is true: I call my mom. A lot.

When I signed up for T-Mobile's "Fav Five" plan, I had to decide how many of the numbers I could give to my mom. So many to choose from: home, office, cell. I'm not on that plan anymore, so the answer is irrelevant. What is important is that I call my mom frequently.

There are two guarantees when I call my mom.

One: My sister will call at the same time. We have a sister sixth sense and call at the exact same time a few times a week. It happened today in fact. My mom thinks this is hilarious and tells her friends about it. I think it is annoying, especially if Lauren gets to her first.


Two: This cat will act up while we are on the phone. Roary will bite my mom. Jump in the phone cord. Cry loudly. Sit on the back of her chair. Whatever. He acts up when my mom is giving her attention to someone else on the phone. As a result, about every four minutes, my mom stops to say "Kit-ten!" and shoo the cat away. He's like our spoiled little brother, vying for her attention.

It doesn't matter - I still call home all the time. It's worth it even if I have to wait for her to switch over to Lauren or push the cat off the counter.

Dinner tonight with couple friends of Rachel and Sol. Check out Rachel's blog soon for photos of my first LIVE lobsters before our delicious feast. Yum.