I want any excuse to come home. My dad is not a spring chicken any more. If anyone says, 'Go buy a postage stamp in London,' I'll go and do it.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Maggie went out of doors to wash the windows and father came out into the kitchen and said he did not know whether he would go down to the post office or not. And then I sprinkled some handkerchiefs to iron.
Be like a postage stamp. Stick to one thing until you get there.
It's one thing to get a letter from your kid at camp telling you he wants to come home. It's another to get a letter from a grown child saying they're coming back to live with you!
I have quite a house. People come over and I go, 'I know, I'm sorry.'
We are all busy. It's easy to find excuses for not reaching out to others, but I imagine they will sound as hollow to our Heavenly Father as the elementary school boy who gave his teacher a note asking that he be excused from school March 30th through the 34th.
I've tried to write about Heathrow before and been escorted off the premises.
I won't go to England because they won't let my dog in.
Because my dad died when I was young, and I have a severely disabled sister, I couldn't really push the envelope at home.
I'm leaving because the weather is too good. I hate London when it's not raining.
I love any excuse to come to New York - when it's not February.