As often, a grab bag
Jun. 25th, 2010 04:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pinksoniaAnd I am back in Pennsylvania again. Let me tell you haw I am so over the really long car trip thing, possibly because I drive up to 10 hours at least once a week (Monday or Wednesday depending on which side of the 4-day I'm on.) Of course, I'm still not over the long car trip enough to suck it up and transfer my car registration to Louisiana because I still don't want to be from Louisiana. Call me a Yankee (plenty of people do) but nothing good comes out of Louisiana.
Yesterday as I was driving through Florida, Georgia, and the various Carolinas, South Eastern PA had some ridiculously strong storms that resulted in my squirrel tree (the tree outside my window that always had a squirrel sitting in the closest branch -- no seriously always) landing on the roof. Looks like I get to spend my vacation unlocking the door for various contractors. At least there wasn't too much damage. Only three holes, two of which didn't really let any water in, and the third which only impacted my mother's closet. Clothes = rather easy to wash.
Finally, tomorrow I'm supposed to attend a sleep over bachelorette party. Can I say how much I had hoped to leave sleepovers behind as part of high school. There is a reason I don't go camping. Sleeping bags and hard surfaces hold very little appeal. I've been kind of stressing over this party for awhile leading to the following conversation with my brother.
Me: The invitation says this is when we should give L. "naughty gifts," I don't really feel like we're close enough anymore (if we ever were) that I know what type of gift is appropriate. I mean are we talking a teddy? a vibrator? ball-gag? I don't want to give her a heart attack.
Ryan: You should get her a butt plug.
Me: A pony tail?
Ryan *falls off the bar stool laughing*
My Father: clearly you have been in New Orleans too long
Me (in my head): Oh Dad, it's sweet that you think I know this stuff from living in New Orleans.
Yesterday as I was driving through Florida, Georgia, and the various Carolinas, South Eastern PA had some ridiculously strong storms that resulted in my squirrel tree (the tree outside my window that always had a squirrel sitting in the closest branch -- no seriously always) landing on the roof. Looks like I get to spend my vacation unlocking the door for various contractors. At least there wasn't too much damage. Only three holes, two of which didn't really let any water in, and the third which only impacted my mother's closet. Clothes = rather easy to wash.
Finally, tomorrow I'm supposed to attend a sleep over bachelorette party. Can I say how much I had hoped to leave sleepovers behind as part of high school. There is a reason I don't go camping. Sleeping bags and hard surfaces hold very little appeal. I've been kind of stressing over this party for awhile leading to the following conversation with my brother.
Me: The invitation says this is when we should give L. "naughty gifts," I don't really feel like we're close enough anymore (if we ever were) that I know what type of gift is appropriate. I mean are we talking a teddy? a vibrator? ball-gag? I don't want to give her a heart attack.
Ryan: You should get her a butt plug.
Me: A pony tail?
Ryan *falls off the bar stool laughing*
My Father: clearly you have been in New Orleans too long
Me (in my head): Oh Dad, it's sweet that you think I know this stuff from living in New Orleans.
