You can't handle the cute!

( Okay, who wants to see Siamese kitten pictures? )

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( Oh, and these are my parents. )

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( You learn something new everyday. Today I went to see Love Actually and learned that I am psychic. )

So anyway, yeah. Excellent movie if you want to see something that Keanu Reeves isn't in this weekend.

I brought a romance novel with me to read beforehand, which I was so not in the mood to read. Mostly I say this because I was feeling silly, so I was picking up on weird phrasing, like "He tasted of earth". Yes, because I know I want to kiss a guy who tastes like he's been sneaking handfuls of dirt as midnight snacks.

Oh, and I really think certain romance writers should stop referring to breasts as twins. It's one thing if they do it in a beer commercial, but somehow it just throws me off in a romance novel. I suddenly start coming up with ridiculous questions I shouldn't even be asking, like, if they're twins, do they ever get confused for one another? "Oh, you want my sister, she points the other way." When they were in grade school, did they get put into different classes to avoid confusion? Is one of them the evil breast?

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Yay! As of today, I have officially ordered an Alpha Smart. I'd better get it before Thanksgiving, damn it. I've got an eight-hour bus ride to look forward to that Sunday.

Oh, and the plans for Thanksgiving are now --

Wednesday -- Dad shows up in Alexandria and does the tourist thing in Washington all day while I work. Then when I'm done, he picks me up and it's a five hour long drive home.

Thursday -- I stuff my face at Thanksgiving. And as an added bonus, this year, no washing dishes. Yay!

Friday -- Shopping, hopefully with my brother. This way, he can just pick out his present and get it all in the same day. (We never wait to give each other our Christmas presents, we just buy them and hand 'em over. It's nice to have someone buy you something and refrain from taunting you with it for the next month.)

Saturday -- Family time. May be bad day to do family time, as after two days with my parents, "family time" might involve the repeated artful dodging of innuendos, accusations, guilt trips, pointy objects, and any sort of restaurant bill that might be put before any of us.

Sunday -- Eight-hour bus trip. Sounds like Hell right now, will probably sound like a bucketful of chocolate and beer after "family time".