I have been busier than a hooker in Vegas these past few days. (I have no idea why I wrote that. I generally don’t like those jokey comparison things. Yet I wrote it. Moving on.) I just spent a long weekend in Farmland for both Mother’s Day and for KeeperSister’s graduation from college. Yes, my sister finally got herself a little bit of education, earning a bachelor’s in zoology. It won’t change her trivial pursuit game much, as she has always been able to kick my ass in the science questions. She seemed to like the present I got her (I had a portrait painted of her cat). I suspected that she might like it when she opened it and started crying like a girl. She’ll probably be mad at me for telling the internets that, but right now she is in San Diego on a graduation trip/panda pilgrimage and therefore I am out of reach for her wrath. For now! Of course, I would never dream of telling her that I teared up a little when the audience at her graduation ceremony spontaneously broke into a round of applause when the “Class of 2006” was introduced. It had nothing to do with sentimentality, I was just terrified of my old calculus professor, whom I had just spotted sitting on stage.
Plans to move closer to her wrath are moving forward. I have officially given notice and both my current job and at my apartment. Just in the nick of time at my apartment too, as someone has moved into the place next to mine (which has been empty for months) and seems to be leaning slightly toward the noisier side of the sound spectrum. At least the Saturday night dance party that used to live upstairs has discoed on to somewhere else.
Yes, I am your bitchy, old-lady neighbor. How are you? Turn that shit down!
But having now been back to work for two whole days and a back-breaking half day I am off again on a trip to the beach with Twizler and a bunch of her old friends. Growing up in the Midwest did not make me much of a beachy type girl (that and the fact that 10 minutes in the sun turns me into a tomato) but: sand, surf, sun, and margaritas? How hard can it be? Especially the margaritas.
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