I have a fishy feeling that this blog is going to turn into one big rave-filled forum in which I elaborate on the wonders of my weekends.

I had such a wonderful weekend and, now that my only class of the day has been cancelled, I'm going to spend my free time telling you about my weekend rather than doing something productive like, say, tackling that homework that's due tomorrow morning.

On Thursday afternoon, my dad came to pick me up and bring me home. Not only did he come pick me up just so I could go home for the weekend, he also took me out to Red Lobster before the journey home. Holy balls did I eat. Even now thinking about shrimp makes me want to vomit a little bit. My dad is very likely one of the coolest men alive.

So we went home and I worked on Friday afternoon. I suppose that's not too exciting, but it was enjoyable nonetheless. On Friday night Angie came home and I was awake until 3 AM talking to her. How does that happen every damn time she comes home? Anyway, the whole lack of sleep was kind of brutal because Brody and Audrey were over at 9 AM Saturday. I fell more in love with Beeb, if that's possible, and seriously contemplated kidnapping his sister. Of course if I took her I'd have to take him, too. It's a package deal. I can't be breaking up families.

Brody kept me entertained until I had to go back to work at 1. I can't believe how big he's gotten and how much he talks. What a chatterbox! He knows my name is Amanda, but he calls me Red just because everyone does. Anyway, my sister-in-law, Amanda, came over, and Brody called her "other Red." What's not to love about this kid? It's upsetting that I don't get to see him more often, but I suppose I can't complain since I see him more than, say, his grandma does...

Yesterday Angie brought me back to Duluth and saw my apartment and got a cell phone and I bought new bras at the mall and we got frozen yogurt and we went for a walk on the Lake Walk for old time's sake. It was more fun than two sisters should be allowed to have (that sounds dirty, but it wasn't) and I felt like I really should have taken advantage of it and enjoyed it more when Angie lived in Duluth and I saw her every day.

But there ya go. That was my weekend. It probably doesn't sound too exciting, but Mike came home too, so it was nice to have the whole family under one roof again. I even got to see my grandma, who must have smacked me a half a dozen times for various reasons. God do I hope I'm that feisty when I'm pushing 92.