Boring update. Sorry about that.

I had a mighty fine four day weekend, my friends. I mean, first of all, it was a four day weekend. If I had sat in my room for all four days, it would have still been nice to have a break from work, am I right? Let's see, Friday night, after I got some work done on the bathroom, Lawrence and I went to El Chico's with my parents and then Lawrence and I chilled at his place for a while.

Saturday, I went used the gift certificate Lawrence gave me for Mother's Day to get a deep pore facial and a massage, which was quite nice. I had a nerve pinch in my back which I was hoping to work out. Then Lawrence and I went shopping for my dad's birthday present (which we found! yay!) and then he, Josh, and I went to Fuddrucker's and to see Superman Returns. We wanted to see the 3-D IMax experience, but the only tickets they had were for the 12:45 showing, which we felt was a little late. By we, I do NOT mean Josh. He was all for it, but us old fogeys vetoed. I enjoyed the movie, but by the end of it, my nerve pinch had radiated into a huge area covering my entire shoulders that felt like I had been punched repeatedly and brutally and I could barely move. The massage wasn't deep tissue or anything, and didn't hurt at all, so this result was very surprising. Then, on the way back to Lawrence's. my sinuses started acting up and by the time we got to his house, the entire front of my face hurt so bad, it hurt to open my eyes. I couldn't even think I was in so much pain. Lawrence decided I wasn't safe to drive, so I sent an email to a guy from church to let him know I wouldn't be there the next morning to open the library and went to bed. Where I lay awake until six in the morning. Fun!

At 8 I woke up and decided to call the same guy to make sure he knew I wouldn't be at church. I got his voice mail. (He didn't receive my voicemail OR email before church.) Unbeknownst to me, when mom got up, she thought I had already left for church, so when she got there and people started asking her where I was, they were rather surprised to find out that she thought I was there, since I live with her and all. D'oh! So dad started calling frantically at 9:45, and I had to explain to him why I didn't come home and why I didn't call. (I thought they would be asleep, that's why. So there.) So after trying to get a little more sleep, I went home for a while, then went back to Lawrence's and we watched "The Librarian:Quest For the Spear," which is a fun little romp, and you should check it out.

Monday, my parents and I went to El Guapo for lunch, where our waiter forgot to put in our order for a half an hour and as a result we got out food for free, and then I broke a bench that's a family heirloom that belongs to the owner and might end up having to pay for it! Yay! I couldn't get mom's wheelchair past it to take her to the bathroom, so I tried to move it, and BAM! Pieces all over the place. Mom says that if they try to make me pay for it, she'll sue for making it so there's no handicap bathroom access. Yowza! I hope they don't call me. Then I took my parents car shopping. My dad's looking for a car that's fuel efficient that can fit mom's wheelchair in the trunk and he can get for $4000 cash. We'll see how that works out. Then Lawrence and I went to Kaboom Town! I twas billed as one of the top ten fireworks shows in the country, and it's right by Lawrence's work, so we parked in his parking lot. We got some Gold'n Chick on the way and I brought some watermelon. It was mighty fine. We got there in time for the airshow, which I couldn't give a flying flip about, but Lawrence really liked, but shortly into the fireworks, it started sprinkling, and they ended up not shooting off most of the good stuff. Suck! *sigh* Oh well.

This morning, Lawrence and I were going to get an early start and go to the Dallas Museum of Art to see the Tiffany exhibit. But I had wardrobe problems, so Lawrence decided to stop at the mall to buy me new clothes. Two shirts, a pair of slacks, a pair of shoes, a pair of cuff links (for the french cuffs on one shirt), and a pair of sunglasses later, we left. Damn. The shoes alone cost $90. It sure is nice having a sugar daddy! After that we realized we didn't have enough time to go to the museum, so went back to his place and watched Josie and the Pussycats, which is the best movie ever! (Join the Army.) Then we went to meet my family at Logan's Road house, where I had delicious, delicious baby back ribs. mmmmm. Then I had a yen for Godiva milk chocolate ice cream, which we found after going to just three stores! We went back to his place, and I proceeded to have a meltdown. You see, you'd think after spending so much time with Lawrence that I would be absolutely sick of him, but the weekend had quite the opposite effect. It made me want all that much more to be living with him and not HAVE to leave at the end of the day. It's weird. Pair that with the fact that Ethan's coming back in three days and I know that my time with Lawrence with be sharply curtailed. I feel like a horrible person because I am just a little happy that Ethan's coming back instead of overflowing with joy like I should be. I mean, Becky does so well with him. She's a far better mother than I am. And so, he's coming back here for fewer friends and a worse mother and worse environment in general AND I will not have as much freedom and as much time with Lawrence. It seems like an all around bad decision. But what can you do?

I know that this was a really long and boring post but I had to get my head straightened out, and I hope that no one read to the end, because then everyone will know what a bad person I am. So, in conclusion: good weekend, bad person. Good day, sir. I said good day.