::massive facepalm::

Its over. Officially. I'm back home and things... look just the way I left them, which is sad, really, because I left a mess when I left.

The grand highlights of The Trip O' Doom? My dad thinks cake is best served on the floor, my mon feels she's been left out of her children's lives since neither Jared nor I ever call her Momma anymore O.o. Sophie can't pronounce "photo phobic" because she has no idea what it means, same applies to "amnesty" and "persqueeter" (the later is also unknown to my parents as well, which makes me feel vaguely dirty. Also? is that how you spell it? And more importantly, where the HELL did she pick that one up?). The bro called mom for her birthday and the entire family paraded trough the phone in a total of seven minutes (they're five people over there), then Jared came back and asked to speak to me, somehow he managed to drag me along side him (for a grand total of 42 minutes) ino the heavily philosophical question of what sounds better: "Dick" or "Cock".... 

::headdesk/facepalm/eye roll::

And to my greater enjoyment of the moment, the mother happened to walk in on me when I was expressing my idea that for some unfathomable reason, I think "cock" has a better resonance to it. She just looked at me, and then said "And here I thought you were the smart one" 

::repeat all the previous actions:: 

Oh, also? Jared revived my all-time-favorite nickname. You can call me "Scout" now. It reminds me that while I am not the baby sister anymore, I remain his little sister. Okay, chik-flick moment over.

So there, that was my Easter Break (the gave us the whole week. Something's coming. School's never that nice to us) 
How 'bout you. How you doing?