I don't think my parents would make any excuses or be particularly polite if I got involved with someone who wasn't intellectually capable of an undergrad degree. I don't think, after all this time, they'd judge if someone didn't have one, but they'd have to be bright enough and "together" enough to be able to, if they'd wanted to.

Oh, they'd judge.

I'm pretty sure the only reason they don't judge me for just having one degree is because I patently understand a bunch of shit they will never wrap their heads around, like, say, hard sciences, and some mathematical fundamentals.

Shit happens.

Yep. I still need to figure out how to get the fricking box open though.

It used to open, so I know it can.

Is the box plugged in?

(It's all I got.)

I don't know what my Mom's address was in 1940, but I know my current house was on the census, so I looked up the people living there . I shall have to tell my roommate Rosemary they were Irish! (Not a big surprise in the Boston area.)

OMG, I feel like I have done everything. Choir, walked home, sat a bit, then went and returned a dress, went to the bank, went to Marshall's and bought a mini cupcake pan, and bought a blouse (in the millionth store I went to). Also walked through everyone from the anime convention -- it must have been break time exactly when I walked into the mall. I started to feel like I was the odd one, with my brown hair, beige skin, jeans, and no weapons of any kind! Good times.

My home town was a "sundown town" in the 60s (residents were proud that no black person had ever been in the city limits past sundown). My dad was in charge of handlng dorm assignments for the local college. African Americans' dorm applications somehow never made it to the top before all the rooms were assigned--Dad called "bullshit." He assigned a dorm room to a couple of black men who were veterans because he figured there might be crap they'd have to deal with that he couldn't intercept. I don't know if there were problems, but the men stayed through the semester at least, and after that it wasn't a sundown town any more.

I'm sure the students did the heavy lifting that year, but Dad played a part, too. And I'm kinda proud of him for that.

She says up front it's a complicated recipe, but I thought I'd share the [link] anyway to a gluten free vegan caramel apple pie.

Very baptist wedding. A LOT of submitting and HOLY traditional gender roles, batman! Pretty much none of us on the groom's side made eye contact throughout because we would have lost it. Majority of this side is not religious and in no way southern baptist ( and not the gospelly southern baptist, this.) So yeah. Not sure when this arm found old school religion.

Gotta go gossip with the heretics now.

Sounds like a cousin of mine's wedding, although they were Catholic. We were all, "..."

I defeated the box! Or at least, I got the thing open. It probably won't ever close all the way again, and I'm not convinced the timer part works, but I did get it open.

I also got and passed a smog check (which is good because my registration is due on the 12th), went to Whole Foods, and then made two trips to OSH for gardening supplies and plant sacrifices, which have been planted.

Soon, I am going to grab a beer and go read out on the patio.