a scene badly written in which I must play

Happy Mother's Day! I know my life, besides the mere existence of it, is infinitely better because of mine, who is absolutely the bravest, most tolerant, open-minded, selfless, understanding woman on this planet. I'm a woefully inadequate daughter, but I try not to need an occasion to remember those things.

My mom told stories about me over breakfast. ( I was a darling antisocial, pragmatic, perfectionistic, change-resistant, talented, willful, smart, outspoken, snobbish little girl. )

Though I've since learned a bit of tact, it's a good thing I've never been concerned with winning popularity contests.

Found that insipid You Promised Me song, and yep, just as bad as I remember it, but now it won't taunt me. Uh, other than that, not much is new. I've been organizing and making lists, enjoying all the great Chicago recaps and loving that boy beyond words.

Dude! I didn't know Azkaban was premiering on the 23rd in England! I could totally make the day trip from Paris on the 25th and be back before my program starts on the 27th. *contemplates*

Also, I'll be in Paris in two weeks and have no earthly idea what I'm doing after I walk out of the airport. *gulp*

[ETA: My mother just brought me a glass of the wine she's sharing with a friend in the kitchen. There's still chocolate in here from the box of Godiva from my father. I'm reading fic and am under no obligation to change that state of affairs until such a time as I see fit. This is decadence.]

scared to let go - I'm gonna get it, damnit!

The girl working the register at Winn Dixie was lovely - she rang up my green apples and GoLean! Crunch cereal first - the only food items I bought, as I was mostly there running an errand for my mom. She frowned at the box then looked up at me and said, "Are you on a diet?" incredulously. I stammered for a moment and said, no, I just like the cereal - truth - to which she nodded and said, "Good, 'cause I was gonna say, 'What for?'" *hugs her*

There's a Chinese food place called Fu Wah in the same shopping plaza. *g* Shall have to try it.

Scored Peter Pan on DVD, and my relief at the responses to trollprincess's post could not be more profound.

Wrote today, happily something I've mentioned before but had kind of stalled in the creative process. But not after two glasses of wine and remembering that the keyword is agreeably pervtastic.

In a happy turn of events, I can almost sing the scale in Dear Goodbye. One time for making your car a private karaoke studio.

Score! My dad left the TV in the living room on when he went to bed, and I just heard unmistakable strains of Matrix music - Reloaded is on one of the 436798343243 satellite cable channels. And he even left half a bowlful of popcorn! I don't get to use this icon enough.