mamma mia

I guess the story begins this past Monday, around 10pm.

My sister, who's in Chicago for grad school at the moment, had an accident in the bathtub and fractured two rib bones.

She's doing ok right now, just healing slowly - thanks for your prayers if I told you about this already.

So my mom ended up flying to Chicago the next morning to help my sister out for a week, drive her around, just be there to support her.

Last night, I had THE most regular sleep of my life in the last, I don't know, two months.

I slept at 10pm and woke up at 7:30 (I know, right?).

Since I was up, I wanted to make breakfast - I mean, for the last three days there were only three clueless males in the house...they must have been starving.

So I went downstairs, surveyed the refrigerator to see what I could scrape up, and started making a mini menu in my head.

But I couldn't find the sausages for the egg/potato/veggie scramble I wanted to make.  You know those chicken and apple sausages from Costco?  Yeah.  Mmm.

So I called up my mom in Chicago.  I swear, she could tell you where anything is without ever having to look.  Mother intution, I tell you.

Anyway, she asked me why I was up so early, and we chatted for a little bit, and then I hung up to continue cooking.

Fast forward two hours later.

I get a text from my mom: "Kyungha was so responsible today. she woke up at 8 to make family a gourmet breakfast!"

...so I text her back: "Thank you for telling me Umma...Are you sure you sent that text to the right person hahaha"

She promptly replies: "Oh man!"

HAHAHA.

While I'm having a kick out of this in my room and thinking about how typical it is for her to do something careless like this, I get another one that's a little more unsettling.

"Good thing that was a good comment!"

o.o

P.S. The picture was taken yesterday while vchatting with my sister and mom.  She was so intrigued by being able to see my face - I don't know if you can tell, but she's still marveling at me in the picture.