Good news, folks! Last night I was presented with a major award! No, it wasn't for knowing the name of the Lone Ranger's nephew's horse. (Shut up, "A Christmas Story" quotes are never out of season.)
My (alleged) father came home from work last night with these lovely flowers for me. Since he is one of the least naturally thoughtful men in the world (no offense meant, he's just one of those guys who think that Hallmark is a company set up by evil aliens from Mars intent on stealing money from people), I was surprised, to say the least. He announced that he was giving me these beautiful blossoms because I have been such a "good sport."
Good sport! Like I'm the worst player in the preschool kickball league! Major coup for me, for sure. My mother is very jealous, for once for something other than my youth.
In other great news, our little patient is feeling much less stoned out of his mind and seems to be on the road to recovery. He's even accessorizing again.
Also I'm knee deep in the new "Sweet Valley High" book so I can discuss it with my buddy Molly and my cousin Missy, who is currently in India. I hope she returns able to talk about things other than spiritual enlightenment and curry. So far, it is really terrible in a delightfully awful kind of way, if you know what I mean
I'm also very interested in adding people in "Words with Friends." My name there is Tarynfavre.
Lastly, please enjoy this. I think Cooper has a distant relative somewhere down south. EDIT: There are a few bad words in it just in case you work in a monastery.