Poston Prattle

sounds familiar

We are approaching the end of our time here in Africa. In a week and a half we will be on a plane heading back to Atlanta. A few days ago i had a moment that I have been dreading to hear come out of my mouth since I was 5. Every year my family would go on some sort of month long trip to some national park or something. Near the end of the journey my mom would make a declaration that we should write down all of the things that we would do differently, or need to remember for our next trip. My sister and I would role our eyes at one another and proceed to climb into the van to be entertained for the next hour not by the radio, but by my mother and her journal going through the trip of things that were 'good ideas,' things to remember not to do or bring, and things t o remember for next time. Two nights ago as tim and I were again trying to cook with only a stove top, scratching our heads to figure out what else we can cook without an oven, I said, "you know, we should make a list of things that we should remember for next time, things that we forgot this time, like receipts for stoves only and a cork screw"....I got half way through this revelation and said, "oh my gosh, i am sounding like my mother. I promised I would never do that!"