You put your right arm in...

So I never did post my half-written anecdote from last Wednesday, which leads me to believe it wasn't all that funny to begin with. You were spared. Consider yourself lucky.


I’m typing this at home, since I went ahead and played hooky from school today. I hadn’t missed any of these classes yet (and the semester nearly through!) and had lots of errands to run and little things to do around the house, not to mention books I wanted to read, so I decided this morning to just say, “Fuck you, school!” and stay home. I do have to go to my 5:30 class, however, since we’re having a quiz. But by then I should have accomplished lots today. I refuse to feel bad for not sitting in lectures for eight hours today. I refuse, damnit! Ok, maybe I feel a little bad. But not much.


Last night Rob and I endured a going out to eat experience with my family, which is always a trial and tribulation of one kind or another. This time it involved my grandmother and the restaurant manager getting into it over his refusal to let us use a coupon on each seperate check. Grandma ultimately lost, and Grandma does not take loss lightly. It was the perfect bad ending to the perfectly bad meal. However, I learned a long time ago to sit at the opposite end of the table from Grandma, come hell or high water, and to make sure my two cousins are with me. That frees us to spend the meal gossiping and catching up on our two very different worlds: mine, the broke and fabulous urbanite, and theirs, the overwrought decadence of the suburbs.

Rob’s a real trooper through all this. He listens to our loud and racuous stories and ribbings, and occasionally chimes in at just the right moment. Everything our heroine could want in a husband.

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Tomorrow night, in my ESL class, we will be doing the hokey pokey. They had trouble last week remember their right from their left, so really, they brought it on themselves.

[CSY]