I was away last week at a work thing, meetings, meetings, more meetings and lots of buffet meals. So whatever was happening on the home front was pretty much lost to me, especially since my teen and tween children are, shall we say, less than communicative on the phone.
For example:
Me: Hey buddy! How are you? How was school? What's going on?
Max: Hi Mom.
Me: How are you?
Max: Good.
Me: What's going on at school?
Max: Nothing.
Me: Oh. OK. How is everything at home?
Max: Fine. Can I get a new game on my Kindle?
Me: Um, sure. What did you do after practice?
Max: (silence) What? Do you want to talk to Dad? (clunk)
Me: Max? Max?
So, I don't have a lot to write about today, which means I am pulling out a column I hold in reserve. This one is about all the signs I have somehow accumulated on my walls, because I am admittedly a sucker for a slogan, and my friends all know this. Plus, my walls are more talkative than my kids.
Do your walls talk? What do they say about you?
