Father's Day

This morning I dragged myself out of bed at 8am to go over to the folks'.  I think we all know what a sacrifice that was; my Sundays are generally sancrosect and devoted to the lazy.  But I did it, and when I got there, I made brunch for my dad.  Egg scrambler with red bell peppers, onions, and cheddar, and homemade diced fried potatoes (for some reason I can't think of what they're called).

Afterwards, Momma spoiled me with a trip to Sam's and Barnes and Noble.  Somebody's a lucky girl!  We discussed the potential move into Date's house, and she's much less freaked about the idea.

Honestly, given the option between Date's house and my folks' house, I think I made the more emotionally secure choice.

After, I showed Momma the glory of street view on Google maps, and then headed to Cita's birthday party.

Her mom had the most amazing Mexican spread, and soon after, Cita's little sister had the margaritas flowing.  I love her sister's bartending style; high on taste, low on alcohol.  Who wants to feel loaded at 3:30?  I had a great time visiting with Cita and her friends.  The most fun I had was with Cita's sister, who adores bad reality television as much as I do.  When the conversation moved around to Hoarders (quite possibly the best show on TV), I knew I would love her forever.  I even channeled the most recent Kathy Griffin special.

Getting my ill-gotten gains from Sam's into my house during the wall of heat and humidity kinda sucked, but I did it.  And now I am enjoying a tasty adult beverage and plotting my tomorrow.