My dad is in Denver on a job, he's a CNC engineer, which means he fixes giant machines that make other giant shit that I can neither describe nor comprehend. Just understand that it is probably awesome.
So, since dad was out of town, he booked my mother and I a room in Oklahoma City for last night, really just to get tf out of dodge, you know. We met one of my favorite people, Amy, for lunch yesterday at a fancy EYE-talian (that's how it's pronounced in Oklahoma) restaurant, I bought too much shit at the mall, and then ate again at this really cool lumberjack meets hipster meets weird mustaches worn by 25 year olds- restaurant named after its amazing dessert: "whiskey cake." It's delicious and about 9 kinds of naughty. I had a little bit to drink, but my mother did not, as neither of us would do well in County.
We ended up back at the hotel around 9:30pm, we got ready for bed, and as I am doing so I am also looking for a charger for my space phone. I'm looking through drawers and there's a bible in one of them. Also, don't understand why I'm looking through drawers, maybe because I'm an idiot? Anyhow, I, at one point, threw the Bible out the window, yelled "so long JESUS," shut the window, and crawled into bed as if nothing had happened.
I am neither proud nor unproud of that. The only thing I am not proud of is the fact I thought the lamp connected to the side of the wall, too far up for me to reach, was a clap on/clap off and kept clapping, while saying "clap on/clap off" in sing-song, until my poor mother pointed out to me there was a light switch on the wall specifically FOR that light.
Well. They can't all be winners, now can they?
We are home now. I'm glad to be home, because I hate leaving my dog. HATE. IT. He gives me the third degree, and it's awfu. My grandmother used to bring me back prizes when she was gone a long time, so now when I'm gone away from Frankenstein, I've started bringing him back a toy or a treat of some kinda so he hates me less. I thought I'd continue the tradition of replacing toys with love. So far, it's working.
Click your heels, bitch, because there really is just no place like home.
