I'll start this post off with informing you that my computer now has a mind of its own. I had just turned it on, sat down at my desk and started writing a check when it suddenly decided to turn itself off. I hadn't even touched or clicked anything. It was just like, "Well, gotta go!"
Weird.
So, Massachusetts was awesome. The time off was awesome. 6-6's parents are awesome. We were seriously spoiled rotten by them. Breakfast was ready for us every morning. Free dinners out, free dinners in. His mom is a massage therapist and she took me down to her shop and gave me a professional massage for over an hour. His sister is a cosmetologist and she gave me a haircut for free. I'm telling you...we received the royal treatment so it was a bit difficult to come home.
One of my favorite parts of the vacation was meeting Susie from Everyone Loves a Boston Girl.
I've never been to a blogger meet-up or conference like several of you have, so this was particularly exciting for me. I'm sure you can tell by the expression on my face. I think I knew Susie in another life or something, because it felt like we were already friends and knew everything about each other. I guess that will happen when friendship stems from the blogosphere. I think I've been reading about Susie's life for over a year now.
The second half of my time off was spent with my family for the holidays. Thanksgiving is really the only time that my entire extended family gets together so I figured I better go and see how everyone was doing since the visit is so rare. Needless to say, I was exhausted from my flight coming back so I think my family thought there was something very wrong with me since I was able to fall asleep sitting up on a couch in front of twelve loudly talking people.
At any rate, I'm back and ready to get back into the swing of things. I finally finished the massive amounts of laundry I had to do. My parents smoke so even though some of the clothes I packed weren't technically dirty, I had to wash them anyway because I can't stand the smell. When I first walked into my parent's house, the smoke was incredibly overwhelming. Then I kind of got used to it as days passed and then when I got back to Flagstaff, I realized I smelled like I had just taken a bath in a gigantic ashtray.
6-6 is graduating in a week and a half and I'm so excited for him. I'm really excited to see his parents again too. While I would never want to live with my own parents now that I've been out of their house for almost seven years now, I don't think I would mind living with 6-6's parents. Maybe they wouldn't mind the idea of moving to Arizona permanently and living with me in my studio apartment...?
