Friday Night

Well, today was a long day. I really was lazy today, except for the Secret Mission today, one class, and various other things.

Tonight's Atlantis, and I'm geeking out here, possibly because the team's memories are about to be swiped and they're all going to shoot at each other and stuff. GEEK!

Tomorrow, however, is going to be busy. Anna (my sister, younger by three years) is in an honors band down here, so Mom and Dad are arriving sometime around mid-morning, and they're going to be here all day. At least it won't be 7 in the morning like it was in the original plan. With the new and revamped plan, I can sleep late!

Then Sunday is the last Secret Mission and then we're back into the groove on Monday again. Round and round and round we go...

What else went on today? Oh, this is a bit depressing. I saw my first "holiday" commercial today. HOLIDAY. That means Thanksgiving and Christmas and holy hell, I am going to be HEARING that word for the next month and a half. I still have to buy Christmas presents. I'm not ready for this. I don't want to have to deal with Christmas when I'm barely recovered from Halloween.

That said, three weeks from yesterday is Thanksgiving. AGH.

I know what to get for Anna and Sara (other sister, 5 years younger) because they told me point blank what they wanted, but Mom is always a bit trickier and I think I may have to go above her head on this one. That means Sara (we're all taller than Mom, but Anna usually has no clue what's what). Sara, however, cooks all the time and therefore, will be able to tell me what practical thing Mom needs this year.

I go practical always with Mum because she doesn't appreciate little fluffy stuff. The year I got her a new flour canister, the old one went sailing past my head with the wrapping paper. I assumed she liked the canister.

She seems to appreciate stuff that's immediately useful. I got her a candy thermometer for her birthday last year so I didn't have to listen to her complain one more time about the holder for it that was missing. And so I'd get fudge more often, and I wouldn't be the one left holding the thermometer up in the air when we're trying to cook it.

Sara'll know what Ma needs now, whether it be more dishtowels or another set of hotpads. I have a backup if she doesn't really know, but I can't say because Mom may very well be looking right at this. I have to stay silent or risk revealing everything TOO SOON!

Atlantis starts in 45. Must go prepare for totally sweet awesomeness!

Cheers,
Bec