oh yeah, they say life goes on.

[eclaireassuch]

Also, I met my sister's new boyfriend last week, and he builds battlebots. He came over to hang out with Diana one night when my dad and I were sitting around drinking red wine and playing dominoes (shortly after arriving home from the yacht club where we were drinking white wine and playing dominoes, until the drunk woman across the room from us got so distracting with her stories about "strip dominoes," and "domino sex," and jokes about not scoring was comparable to impotence that we decided to go home where the wine was cheaper.), as we are wont to do on a free evening. Zach shows up with flowers (pink roses) for Diana, and we then badger him and Diana into playing with us. After several rousing rounds, I go into the kitchen to get a snack and start putting her flowers in a vase. . . midway through this process, I realize that on this bouquet of a dozen pink roses, the word "engagement" is written very large, indelibly, on the cellophane. I swear that the funniest moment of my week was waving the flowers at Diana and Zach, and pretending like he meant it. (Luckily he got freaked out in a charming way, not in a red flag kind of way.)

Further, my mom and I are no help at all because all month we've been singing "a little story about Zach and Diii-anne." Har Har.