...my father is apparently being treated in the Mayo Clinic, and has been there for several days already.

Gee,

THAT WOULD HAVE BEEN NICE TO KNOW IN ADVANCE.

Ma Mere, who let the cat out of the bag as an aside when she called me earlier today (precipitating my Bwa-huh!?! moment of the century), is very optimistic about his progress, so I found out under the best possible circumstances barring actually having known from the get-go.

So that's good.

In other news, the regular painter has apparently invited his friends over for television, loud conversation, and even louder walking back and forth.

That will be all.

D.A.R.E. to Teach Kids to Identify Pot. ( Read more... )

It's true. I had the lamest, most drug-free adolescent and college career possible this side of Mormonism.

That will be all.

...Six-thirty rolled around, and I headed to Chinese class as I do every week. Had a good class, drove home, and was greeted with stony silence from mes parents. O-kay. This ensued for 10 minutes or so, until I was confronted by my very blustery pere.

( Spake mon pere: )

And then the wind went out of his sails, although he blustered for a bit longer in a feeble attempt at recovery. So I had to produce assurances that in the future I would not attempt to "take the car and go somewhere" without informing mon pere in the event that such an urge ever did happen to strike me (it hasn't yet).

Mon pere: *visibly calmed* So how was class today?

AJK: Pretty good. I got a plate.

Mon pere: Huh?

( Behold the plate that I got. )

That will be all.