My brother has met the girl of his dreams, and he's bringing her home today. My mother thinks it's funny that B's girlfriend is Persian and my boyfriend is Turkish, since my family has been 100% honky for at least the past five centuries. But, you know, my brother's always had a thing for girls with dark coloring - and I just try to be as trendy as possible all the time.

Heh.

And my mom went on a date yesterday. Her second one, as far as I know, since my dad left in 1991. She brought the guy here first so I could meet him. They spent the day together, hiking and things; when I left for work, they were in the kitchen snacking on canteloupe. This is so awesome. I hope she gets laid.

You know, I moved in here because I had a few things I needed to accomplish; four months later, I really feel like I've accomplished every single one of them. Maybe not perfectly - and maybe not without assistance - but dammit, I tied up the loose ends with a quickness.

I love my little life.

today I read
simpleton was an outlaw
and
about the bugbear and the squirrels