two things…no! three things.
My Live Journal's first birthday is coming up on May 20th. I'm expecting gifts.
No I'm not. dummy.
Crazy dream the other night: that the boyfriend bought me this half-assed restored sports car with a horrible orange paint job. I was concerned about how the baby's car seat would be restrained, what with the car not having any back seats and all. All present (representations of the boyfriend and Stacey although not actually them) told me to quit being stupid and directed me to the shitty tether attached to the bucket seats that were supposed to restrain my son. Also, the convertible roof was this shitty vinyl material, not unlike the shade on my son's stroller.
I just don't even know.
My dad got his job back. All the details of his back pay and whatnot haven't been ironed out yet, but this is a huge relief. Hopefully my dad will go back to being a somewhat normal individual and not the bundle of nerves he currently is. Hey! Maybe he'll even settle down long enough to figure out how to check his voice mail once and for all! Woooo!
