Out of lack of anything else to do, I am baking blondies. They were supposed to be raspberry blondies, but then I noticed mold on the raspberry jam when I opened the jar, and I didn't have any other kind of jam, so they're just regular blondies.

Mac was asking if his grandparents still worked, so I was explaining retirement. He wanted to know what happened if you did not save enough money. I said sometimes children would help their parents. Then I aske if he would let me live with him I needed to. "Too bad, so sad, I will want to hang out with my friends." He said.

More mac wisdom, he will want his friends to hang out at our house even when he is older. And as for staying out late by himself, he assures me he will be home by "7 or 7:20" when he is "15, 16, 17, 18, 19, and 20".

I decide not to ask why the hell he thinks he will be living with me at 20.

Out of lack of anything else to do, I am baking blondies

Poor Dagwood.

My plans for the weekend include a day at school tomorrow, working more on the website project, and sobbing softly and long that I'm not in Seattle.

I decide not to ask why the hell he thinks he will be living with me at 20.

Haahaha! I love kids' wisdom.

Blondies turned out pretty good. A bit too sweet, though I've come to expect that from recipes from this cookbook and really should just automatically cut down on the sugar.

All my kitties are on the first floor with me. This makes me happy (MK tends to stay upstairs as a default.) Now if I could just get them to all sleep on the bed with me at night.

I continue to freak my neighbor out with revelations that I leave my door wide open for my cats when I'm home, and that they can still go in and out through a window all day long even when I'm not home.

Also discovered that if I leave my keys in my car, he'll roll the windows up for me if it starts to rain. Sweet. (hateses to rolls the windows up)(apparently, I have already adopted the habit of leaving the windows down and the keys practically in the ignition in my new digs, which is ridiculous because I lock my apartment door, yet the keys to the apartment are in the unlocked car. Thieves, come to me!)

Pagans and other worshipers of the Earth and Sun: neighbors daughter is a pagan, and also a Summer Solstice baby. What's a good gift? (also, her bedroom is black and white and robins egg blue. And she's twelve.)

I placed an order with Zappos yesterday morning, and got the usual we are upgrading your shipment email, but unlike what usually happens, I just got an email saying "sorry for the inconvenience. here, have a coupon code."

I somehow missed the part where there was any inconvenience.