Feb 10, 2009 21:39
I'm heading back to my little town tomorrow night for an early start to spring break. (Hallelujah!)
Dad has to go to the surgeon on Thursday morning, and my stepmom asked me to go with them, because apparently I deal better with doctors than they do. This one is the plastic surgeon, so we'll see how it goes. Because Dad's cheekbone is rather chipped and fractured, I think the surgeon will want to plate it. I'm more interested in getting the debris out -- there is a huge history of sinus problems in the family, so the less crap in there the better, and getting the stuff out might help the headaches Dad's been complaining of too.
Little worried about the Valentine's Day dinner with Mr. Shrink-wrap. He's very VERY clingy, and I get the impression that one date = dating in his mind. I don't want to date anyone, let alone him -- I know that I'm still a little too messed up in the head to be able to dedicate that much to one person, especially one person 4 and change hours away. It's being compounded by his cousin (who is my best friend), who seems to think the same date = dating issue, and is actively trying to get us together by organizing double dates with her and her boyfriend, and trying to get me to NOT hang out with my other close guy friends at home. I don't like it, but I haven't got a plan of action yet. Hopefully by Friday, though...
Stepmom has mastered MSN! It's really funny to chat with her, because she's so hung up on punctuation and capital letters and writing literal PARAGRAPHS, and yet still randomly tosses "lol" into her comments. I love my stepmom to bits, and she really does make me laugh every day.
Now, must go do dishes. We're out of little plates (and spoons, somehow. I was unaware plates and spoons went together, but roomie is weird like that...). And I have to pack for the week. I hate packing.
!life,
!family