Scenes from the Weekend...

...because I'm too tired to tell one long story.

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Thursday night Phil and I were sitting in the cafe, and I said to him "I don't feel good. I feel like I have a fever."

He felt my forehead and deemed me feverless.

"I don't know," I said. "I just feel so hot."

He lifted both eyebrows. "I tend to have that effect on women."

Geek.

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Last night, Patrick and I went to play pool with my parents. Within minutes of my mother arriving, they were discussing sex. My dad chimed in with words of "wisdom", and I sat back in awe. I mean, I don't even discuss sex with my parents. If you ever need a parental unit to discuss such things with, and you can't bring yourself to talk to yours, mine are available. Exception: you're sleeping with me.

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My 17 year old brother wasn't eating his string beans, so I put some on a fork and made an "airplane" out of them. We used to do this when I was little and he was a baby. He's a cool kid, and he let me make a hangar out of his mouth. But only once.

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I went to Wendy's and ordered "a bowl of chili, hold the finger." I was happy that the normally personality-devoid teen worker behind the counter laughed with me.

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I introduced Byron to my girlfriend Helena. Now he gets a goofy happy look on his face when he talks about her. And whenever someone mentions her. And after he hangs out with her, which seems to be more and more frequent... ::amber dance::

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Patrick, Elsha (Najla) and I went to a gift shop in Bethel. It's one of those places where they sell things you don't need to clutter up your house, or rather, buy to give to people when you need a pretty gift so that it can clutter up their house. The woman behind the counter is uppity. She's wrapping a gift for someone in a complicated, Martha-esque way using more bows, ribbon and tape than Mom usually uses for all of Christmas morning. There were no fewer than 7 signs in the store, framed and decorated with painted roses, saying "if you break it, you bought it!" I picked up all the fragile things I could find, just to watch her get visibly agitated.

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I cut Patrick's hair, and now he looks fantastic. I should do this for a living.