The Two Tornadoes

That's what my husband calls our daughters when they visit. Whether it's a weekend or full week, as it was this time, they almost immediately destroy what was once tidy and manage to both remove and release items that we find for hours, even days, after they leave. After awhile, you just avoid looking in that direction. It's easier that way.

This time they borrowed heavily from my closets, usually without permission. They also raided our cold weather gear for the Holiday Bowl, but that time I approved. I just discovered they emptied my entire sock drawer but they left a Costco-sized box of healthy-ish fruit rollups. Someone forgot to pack a nice pair of jeans, and we're still scratching our heads over how my tweezers ended up in the Christmas tree.

All this we took in after one boarded a San Francisco-bound plane without a few of her presents, and the other was on her way to a Tahoe cabin via Disneyland and Davis with only one earring in a pair . . . and maybe my body lotion.

I already miss my life this past week.