I made it home, finally. The drive back was much better than the drive there...only time for Jimmy, Me First and the Gimme Gimme's, more Maroon 5, and a radio station that was playing ALL of Pretty Hate Machine (NIN). YAY!
I felt like I needed a change in life, so as of one hour and one bottle* ago, I am officially a red head. I like it, it's very saucy if I do say so myself.
Additionally, I am having herb goat cheese and crackers and Vanilla Diet Coke and Ben and Jerry's Chubby Hubby for dinner. I am going to stuff myself silly, watch Desperate Housewives and Boston Legal and prepare to start my new and improved life tomorrow.
PS: Grandpa Spatula came through surgery with flying colors, the doctors can't believe that he's 83 and has lived through 2 broken hips in 6 weeks. Now starts the process of convincing him he shouldn't live alone anymore (technically Uncle Useless lives with him -- but he's just a big old psychic vampire). He gets out of the hospital on Wednesday and my parents are going to try to take him over to the assisted living facility later this week...I think they're trying to strike while the iron is hot, he made an emergency room promise to my dad that he would be willing to find a safe place to live...but we'll see. Thanks for all the thoughts and prayers!
*Bottle of Hair Dye...I'm not an alcoholic. I'M NOT!
