The maternal units have departed. My house is my own again.
Just me and the kittehs feels really really good. Am now catching up on LJ and calming myself with epic war movies.
Two things I've learned this weekend.
Thing One: If you're gonna write boys' names on your underwear, you should wear them "plain" first, THEN write on them. Because lemme tell you, Sharpie ink stinks when applied to cotton. So. Wear them, write on them when you're done with them, then wash them, thereby removing the funky smell. You're set to go.
Thing Two: My mother does not get fandom. Case in point:
I wander out Saturday morning in my Billeh! pants and tank top to get coffee.
Mom: What's that on your underwear?
Me: "Billeh!" (launches into explanation of the name-undies phenom)
Mom: Isn't that a little... um... teenie-bopperish?
Me: Yes. That's the whole point.
Mom: o_O
Me: And, actually, we prefer the term "fangirl."
Mom: Aren't you a little... old... for ...?
Me: "Squeeing," Mom. It's called "squeeing." You're never too old to squee.
Mom: O_o *sighs heavily, returns to book*
I should have remembered the look she gave me when I asked her about the historical accuracy of Frodo's undies in ROTK.
ETA:
cunien!! My icon!! *hugs from afar*