Is there some scary-ass immigration employee, on a mission from God to fuck up all future generations, handing this selfsame script to all non-USian parents as they cross our border?

(Bah dah dah)

She's not American. She's in India.

She's in Texas.

I am totally making that recipe, Ginger. Awesome.

She's in Texas.

Okay, but you have to admit it's hard to think of her as a Texan.

Might as well surrender to destiny.

And date Caroline Dhavernas?

I like this plan.

WAIK;TNC

I have no earthly idea what this means.

On an unrelated note, I was going through old diary entries, and I found the way I expressed a key moment of self-awareness. March 29, 2003. I like it:

I'm feeling strangely content with who I am, faults and all. I'm a romantic and an asshole, an idealist and a cynic, a hero and a loser, smart and stupid, sweet and spiteful, thoughtful and lazy. Word to your mother.

Hec, did you honestly think my mom was in India? I thought you were joking.

Is it time to go home yet? My stomach hurts from eating a too-greasy burger at lunch and I'm tired of thinking and trying to sound official and authoritative, but fair.

Silverplate isn't pure silver; it's some other base metal with silver electroplated onto it as a coating. It it therefore cheaper than pure silver, but it can tarnish just the same. It's more durable (fork tines and knife blades don't tend to bend or break off).

I am in love with Raq's tag:

Khalid Sheikh Mohammed Confesses to Cancelling Firefly

P-C, I think Hec was right in the sense that, psychologically, your mother is still in (and may never leave) India.

WAIK;TNC = Who Am I Kidding; That Never Closes

Hm, that's probably what the "silver" that I have is. Which does not include table settings or a coffee service, so ... I might very well be interested.

As long as I don't think about where to store it. But DH has been wanting a silver coffeepot and /or teapot for EVER. OTOH, I never entertain.