Yoiks. I'm sorry for the frustration, Allyson.
Jessica, those eggs look divine.
I survived the Rose Parade. Don't get me wrong. I LOVE the parade. I love the floats. I even love to go and look at the floats (after they are parked in the post parade viewing where you can get up close and personal). I love the pretty horses and flowers. And I adore making fun of the ugly band outfits and crappy marching. But I have NO NEED WHATSOEVER to go to the fucking parade and sit in the stand for a long long while. Like maybe a decade.
My highlight? Walking back in my house. And I had a good time. The Kam school male warriors who were essentially loin clothed? Go them. I enjoyed the marching and the floats, even those towed, especially the neat Day of the Dead one and the cool Cal Poly with the diving fish. But I kept mentally ticking off each as they went past and couldn't wait until the end. Too many people for my taste and I like people.
::waits patiently for the whole ID thing to collapse under the weight of its own absurdity::
I'm waiting for them to base Engineering on biblical passages rather than secular learning and try to fly in their cubit measured prayed-together planes.
Suddenly I want to take up smoking.
This is why I prefer to entertain at home. There is always the excuse to go tend to things in the kitchen. Actually I use that one when I am elsewhere too. Sudden need to help clean up stuff or cook.
At my mother's, I spend a lot of time in the bathroom. It's the only place they'll leave me alone.
Oh, Ginger. I shouldn't laugh, but I do.
This probably has something to do with the Kirs also
Nifty ad, Trudy!
Allyson, gah! I just have to rent a car when I go back now. Technically because I am torn in so many directions when I visit but also because I need some damned time alone. I am really sorry that your nephew is picking things up too. That's terrible to see.
At my mother's, I spend a lot of time in the bathroom. It's the only place they'll leave me alone.
I'm pretty sure I flossed my teeth when I spent the long weekend in a hotel room with my grandmother. And I don't floss that often.
I'm pretty sure I flossed my teeth when I spent the long weekend in a hotel room with my grandmother. And I don't floss that often.
Does your dentist ever tell you to spend more time with your grandmother?
Ha! If only my dentist knew! Seriously, I don't think I'll spend another night in a bed with my grandmother.
