I dealt with my realtives tonight. So did Tucker. Tucker being the puppy that now lives in the laundry room. He was not as bothered by the people as I was.
[Random Note: I have a strange fascination with Jewish boys. I guess it sorta works out, as I've heard many of them have a strange fascination with Shiksas. As I go to a Catholic school, I don't often meet Jewish boys. And, to be honest, I probably will end up marrying a Catholic. But the fascination remains in tact for the time being.]
Actually, we're having a few guests tomorrow. I spent a lot of time today grocery shopping and cooking with my parents. And licking off the pots afterwards, of course.
Oh and guys, if I'm not out of here by 1:00 am, will you please remind me that I have important things to do in the morning and I should be sleeping and dreaming of some hottie who looks like any one of Matt_G's avatars and has a voice like John Cameron Mitchell who is going to whisk me away to Niagara Falls and... wait, what was I talking about?
Actually, I had a dream about kayaking down Niagara Falls last night with a hot guy who had an Austrailian accent, and he had this really wet shirt on...