Let us write about: home movies.
Spent a relaxing day with my parents after seeing Kat off this morning. She's heading up north with her mother to help with the preparations for her brother's wedding. I'll be flying up on Friday with Kat's dad and then we'll all drive back together after the celebrations.
I'll be spending most of tomorrow with the weeds in the garden. I suspect they will not appreciate my presence.
"Katie, where's your sister?" Their father looked up from the instruction manual for the video camera long enough to fix his youngest daughter with a stern glare. "I thought I told both of you to be ready for exactly one o'clock."
"Well at least I'm ready," Katie replied, hands on hips.
"And your sister?"
"She's refusing to come out of her trailer until someone does her makeup."
"And where, exactly, is her trailer?" He knew he shouldn't have asked but they were running behind schedule and he needed to find his other daughter fast. Katie gave him an unreadable look before pointing solemnly at the doghouse in the backyard.
"You don't want to know what she's done with Rusty."