I have a neighbor across the way. His bathroom window is inline with my bedroom. Almost every morning he (shirtless and not a person that should be shirtless…ever) leans out his bathroom window and coughs. Great big whooping phlegmmy coughs. These echo into my bedroom. I’d rather not have them echoing in my bedroom.
Ew. Phlegm.
Thanksgiving was good. I went home to Alabama and was able to see my whole family over the course of several days. Lots of kids and deep-fried turkey (trans-fats be darned, it really is the best way to eat turkey). It takes 4 1/2 hours to get to my parents house. I realize other people have farther to travel, but 4 1/2 hours, man…. That’s a lot of driving.
My mom has made quilts for all of her kids. Mine is the most recent that she’s been working on. She usually makes when when they get married, but hey…. yeah, I have nothing to say there. Anyway. It is a patchwork quilt. There are all these squares with significance to me. Makes me feel special.
Another interesting thing that I discovered this weekend: I’ve had the same writing style since pretty much ever. I realize my conversational tone is pretty much standard on my blog, but my mom whipped out some stuff I wrote in the second grade and yep, more of the same. Except for leprechaun impersonations. I no longer do those. Ever.