The first favor was making breakfast for my niecelet. She complained (and I concurred) that the pancakes were yucky and weird. At my mom's house it is a miracle I could make pancakes at all. There is little doubt that the bisquick I used was well out of date... I disagreed, however, that the scrambled eggs were burned. I happily ate them all while Grace drank a "milkie" (pediasure meal replacement)...
My next favor was watching my niecelet not drown while my sister caught up with a friend of hers. This lunch date would've been a lot more fun if not for the fact that I was reburning my burned boobs and if I were not dreading the next favor on my schedule.
The dreaded favor was driving my other niecelets and their extended family to the airport so they could go to San Diego. It was my only chance to see them, though, and my mom wanted her car back so whatever. And in fact I didn't have to actually drive to the airport - just back from it. During rush hour traffic. With a seat belt scratching my extra burned boobs.
Finally, though, I had a favor done for me. I met with my folks and my brother for dinner and drinks before moving on to the next favor.
But the day wasn't over. After dinner I had to drive out to my other brother's house and fetch a few forgotten items. Tomorrow I get to mail one of them to San Diego.
For now, though, I am done with favors and have moved on to playing cards. In the darkness. And it is delightful.
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