Wandering over to Chilly's blog (I'd link you, but I'm tired and lazy and nearly asleep) may give you a general idea of what the weekend entailed. Needless to say, it was AWESOME sauce (thanks, Alishka, for the phrase).
Friday I was maybe sneaky and a cat-smuggler, but we won't go into that. Mostly we'll just say that I didn't sleep Friday night. Then I got up at 4 am, and was out the door by 5 with a mewling kitten in my back seat. He was a sad-face because he was stuck in his little pet-taxi and didn't like it. We went to Chilly's house and picked her up, then went to the airport where we maybe ended up spending $100 that we hadn't planned on spending. Also, Chilly sent us on another airport adventure involving a real Swiss knife, an envelope, and stamps. Then we made a mad-dash to the plane where I promptly fell asleep. As per usual.
Upon arrival in Santa Horhe, there was spent a few short minutes in "baggage claim" and then we went outside to find that no one was there to pick us up. Except Mom and Dad showed up within about 30 seconds of stepping out the door, so it was all good.
Then there was breakfasting with Chilly's awesome cousin Hailey. She gave her poor son a mullet, though, which can never be a good idea. Ever. It's sort of a white-trash thing to do, excpet even my own white-trash relatives don't do things like that. At least, not that I know of. Maybe the hicks do, but I don't actually know them.
After breakfasting there was baby-shower "fun," and then I think we went back to my house? Yeah. We did. And then we went to the "mall" so that I could buy us some more Pratchett books (I'd run out. Chilly still has a few to go before she catches me up, though, so it was OK).
And then it was time for me to have my massage therapy goodness.
Heck yes. I totally fell asleep for nearly the whole thing and it was amazing. Love that lady. When I got home I found Dad and Sister watching The Matrix (edited) and I didn't understand it like at all because I've never seen any of them. And I tell you what, Keanu (pronounced Kee-new if you are me) really can't worth beans, but man. That trench coat was freakin' awesome and I want one like that. Mm-hmm.
Dad made ice-cream, so we ate that for dessert after dinner and my Tennie came over to eat some with us. Love that girl. We've shared many a fond memory. Many. After filling our tummies on ice-cream, we went out to Tuachan where we got to see Les Miserables! Remember that fun time a few summers ago when I went 6 times? Yeah. Not quite as good as that cast, I thought, but still amazing and I loved the battles and the fireworks and the cannon and the horse (and, Chilly, your thoughts on those horses made me lol outloud) and it was just really good. Also, Javert was actually my favorite. He had an incredible voice and was just really good. Loved how he fell backwards off the bridge when he died. The whole baracade death scene was kind of... special, though. I mean, you just shouldn't die slow-mo in a live performance ever (that's kind of an oxymoron to die in a live performance, isn't it?). Bad idea. Which is why the one I saw a couple years ago totally beat it out.
Drawly seemed to be adjusting well. He slept through the whole night last night and didn't wake me up until 6 this morning. I tried to ignore him in hopes that he'd go back to sleep, but it's really hard to ignore a kitten that keeps chewing/pouncing on you. So we got up and played for long times. He and Buddy aren't exactly getting along right now, but hopefully Buddy will get over his jealousy issues and give Drawly a chance. They are both so cute and snuggly-wuggly, they should be cute and snuggly-wuggly together.
And now I'm to bed, because I can barely keep my head in an up-right position and I'm having issues with this whole typing thing.
"I think I know how it is to be grown up; it's when you feel how someone feels that isn't you." -Frances Griffiths