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.

Nice!

I somehow missed that Flashpoint was set in Canada. Weird.

I discovered the inconvenience! They called my cell and said they had shipped the shoes to the wrong address, and now I won't have them until TUESDAY.

Considering they are for a trip in August, I think I can live with that.

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

Heh. When I was his age (a little older, I guess), my cousin and I were playing "teenagers" and pretty sure we would be fully independent by 18, if not sooner.

Considering they are for a trip in August, I think I can live with that.

Sue the bastards!

I continue to freak my neighbor out with revelations that I leave my door wide open for my cats when I'm home,

Yeah, that would freak me out.

So I have an aunt and uncle who are kinda off the grid. Out in rural Oregon, they don't have a computer, and have an incinerating toilet, to give you an idea. My uncle, the blacksheep of his family, is a retired GC and a hoot. When I saw him a few years back, he was so gung-ho about me getting a house, it was crazy. So I'd printed out the pictures and sent them a letter. The same day, they called and I got to tell them more. Anyway, just read the letter they sent in return and man, I wish he wasn't in rural Oregon and refusing to fly. He'd have so much fun with this.

This is the uncle who was born into the poor side of an old Carmel family, used to rail about Pinko Commies, loved Nixon, then was a stay at home dad who raised a far left feminist environmentalist daughter, and he's very proud of that and has turned into quite the greenie. It's funny. It all fits him.