Sleeptime for Hitler
So when I woke up this morning there were a bunch of strangers in my house. I didn't remember any of them being there before.
Even scarier was that I couldn't remember any sexy parties happening the night before, either.
But that's.. probably a good thing, because these were all women.
And to the boys, bis, and lezzies: no. These were not what would qualify as attractive; these were the sort of middle-aged (or older still) women that show up at family-gatherings and bring questionable food (such as mixtures of eggs, potatoes, pasta, celery, and mayonnaise that are supposed to pass off as "salad" simply because they may or may not have salad dressing in them) in Tupperware containers.
Of course I gathered (after giving myself time to become human again) that they were here for the wedding. And now there are even MORE people here, two of them being children. *sobs quietly*
One is a dog. But his name is Bartleby, and he's not a psycho, just a mellow dude, so he's OK. I'm not used to a dog being in the house though, and a large one at that, so it's always a surprise to see him again when I've forgotten he's here.
To anyone who still doesn't know, my dad is getting married tomorrow. Or today, technically, because it's almost 3:00 AM. So I really should be sleeping, because I've got things to do in the morning beforehand and things to do after the fact, like go to Harbor Days and give everyone their gifts... and watch fireworks, and whatnot.
Love to all
Even scarier was that I couldn't remember any sexy parties happening the night before, either.
But that's.. probably a good thing, because these were all women.
And to the boys, bis, and lezzies: no. These were not what would qualify as attractive; these were the sort of middle-aged (or older still) women that show up at family-gatherings and bring questionable food (such as mixtures of eggs, potatoes, pasta, celery, and mayonnaise that are supposed to pass off as "salad" simply because they may or may not have salad dressing in them) in Tupperware containers.
Of course I gathered (after giving myself time to become human again) that they were here for the wedding. And now there are even MORE people here, two of them being children. *sobs quietly*
One is a dog. But his name is Bartleby, and he's not a psycho, just a mellow dude, so he's OK. I'm not used to a dog being in the house though, and a large one at that, so it's always a surprise to see him again when I've forgotten he's here.
To anyone who still doesn't know, my dad is getting married tomorrow. Or today, technically, because it's almost 3:00 AM. So I really should be sleeping, because I've got things to do in the morning beforehand and things to do after the fact, like go to Harbor Days and give everyone their gifts... and watch fireworks, and whatnot.
Love to all