It's raining, it's pouring

And I have to drive in this downpour in order to pick up Mummy from the airport.

I'm really happy she's home, I swear, every time she goes I forget how hard she works, because I take over the majority of the chores she does, like the washing, ugh, I hate doing the washing.
It sucks.

But now she's home and we'll be able to watch TV together and spend some time telling me about the Babies she visited in the States. Plus, ya know, prezzies :).

I hope I did everything okay while she was gone, apparently I was very bossy towards Daddy and Robbie over the week Mmummy was away and was pretty bad tempered too.
I don't really mean to, but sometimes they're so annoying!

But oh well, it's a new year tomorrow, which really carries little significance other than a change in the dates, but maybe I'll mellow out this year.

Maybe.

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If anyone was looking outside today at around two o'clock, you'll know that it was pouring with rain and that those who chose to go outside unshielded were drenched within seconds.

That's what I drove in.

It wasn't too bad, since I have been driving for three years now (more, counting the lessons) and have driven in hard rain before, in fact I've driven in the dark, in traffic, in heavy rain. But this was different because this was the first time I'd driven to Terminal 3 at Ben-Gurion Air Port on my own and I was a bit tense on the way because I'd never driven there.
It's a very long way in the rain and the high way was scary, because of the trucks and the fact that it wasn't just the rain, but also the splashing from the other cars and my friends, Geah High way has many, many potholes which cause major splashes.

Anywho I arrived before Mummy came out and bought myself a cup of coffee and read a bit of "Casino Royale" in the bookshop, which they re-issued for the movie, I didn't get a chance to go beyond the first few pages, because people had began to pour out of the doors. Mummy didn't take long and she looked really good.
She decided to drive home (which I was happy about, because I was exhausted from driving before) and after we got home and had a cup of coffee we opened up the luggage and out came many presents for many people.

I got three books: Fragile Things by Neil Gaiman, You're Wearing That?: Understanding Mothers and Daughters in Conversation by Deborah Tannen and You Just Don't Understand: Women and Men in Conversation also by Deborah Tannen.
And since last week was my sister's wedding anniversary, Mummy babysat for the Babies, while sister and her husband spent the weekend in New York City, New York where there was a nice little market where she got for me and some other people a pillow made by Pillows for the People, which has the image of Frida Khalo hand painted on it, filled with Lavndar and made out of vintage cloth, it says "Viva Frida!" So nice. Here's an image of the pillow, isn't it pretty.