Geez, people. We got home at 2am. We are not very good at travel planning, but when you make a stop at a truck stop to eat cake or to let the dogs poo or for Timmy to pee in the bushes every hour or so, it slows you down.
Speaking of dogs, our pups have a problem. With overeating. I have no idea where they would learn such a thing. Timmy's mom open feeds her dogs, so when we visit the pugs eat 100% of the time. It is embarrassing. When we got there, Timmy's mom commented that the pugs had gotten quite slim. Not so on the way out the door. Leelah was so suddenly fat it looked painful. But boy did she look happy.
I stayed up until 4am on Sat with Timmy's chums. Oh, I am so not a 4am type of gal. There was drinking and drunken sing-alongs and drunken climbing on the roof and drunken cake eating and did I mention drunkenness? As always I was quite the prude, though I was really slamming those Mountain Dews. Rock.
Timmy was glad to see his friends and we talked more about more about moving to StL. Whether it was better to be miserable a few more years and come out with a free education or move now and maybe be happier. Stay the course and risk nothing, or move off into the unknown. I dunno. I did say, if and when we move, there can not be a whole lot of 4am night, because well, I would die. I love sleep. Sleep sleep sleepy sleep.
We went to lunch with Timmy's dad and finally got to meet his brother's girlfriend. We window shopped, ate cheetos and played with Duds (Timmy's dog) in the backyard. Oh and we went to Star Wars. Oh, holy cheese. I think we offended some people with our giggling. All I can say is, Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
And Leelah is now DARTH LEELAH!
Can you see it? Spooky, eh? (Though it seems like when you become a Sith lord you change you name, kinda like the pope, but we felt "Leelah" is just about as scary as "Vader".)