My grandparents and their adopted daughter/friend (let’s call her Deb, as that’s her name) arrived last night. Whenever they come to visit they bring TONS of stuff with them. They bring their clothes and toiletries in small bags and load the rest of the car up with food. And booze. Seriously, they bring like giant hams and jars of mayonnaise and Miracle Whip and fifty-pound bags of red potatoes (much cheaper in Iowa than here) and boxes of chips and loaves of bread and sides of beef and all kinds of crazy shit. They grew up on farms during the Depression and so they have that mindset that every place they inhabit should be full of food, at all times. And toilet paper. They never run out of toilet paper. This is all cool with me.
My grandparents are awesome because they own a bar and they usually bring a whole box of liquor with them when they come. That’s cool.
So my house is very, very full. I came in to work today for a half-day because I felt guilty about being out two days in a row, and also because though I’d rather sleep through this sinus stuff, it’s totally not happening in the chaos that is home right now, so I figure I’ll work and get stuff done and get good and tired so I can conk out in Sam’s bed tonight.
It’s really hard to adjust to a twin bed when you’re used to a queen. I’m used to sprawling diagonally across the whole damn thing and now if I do that I will literally fall off. I woke up about twenty times last night in the process of almost-falling. It’s also weird that, because of some quirk in our HVAC tube things, my room is always freezing-ass cold and Sam’s is stuffy and hot. And her room is directly across the hall from mine. But she’s on the hot side of the house and I’m on the cool side. It’s all about adapting, people. I can do it but it takes time.
So yeah, today’s my dad’s 50th birthday and I have been looking ALL OVER TOWN (Roanoke and Lynchburg, actually. Two towns.) for a certain gift for him that I cannot find. Today I’m going to the very last place and if it isn’t there, I’m proceeding to plan B. And tonight we have plans but I can’t tell you what they are in case Dad reads today. Sometimes he does. If you’re reading, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DAD!
Hey, I have 6 gmail invitations to give away. Let me know if you want one.