Hmm, JohnCub, you are probably right. Gay people do blog more than I do. As do straight people, bisexual people, and especially productive turtles. Everyone and everyTHING blogs more than I do. I get it.

Well, I am in SmallTowne, GA, visiting my dad and stepmom for the holiday weekend. It was a surprise visit; I told my dad I wouldn’t be able to come due to work and then called my stepmom while he was at work to arrange a secret arrival. I left straight after work on Friday afternoon and it’s a good four hour drive so I got here at about 10 at night.

They leave their door unlocked! How weird is that? I figured I’d be knocking on the door and forcing my dad to answer the door all “Who could be visiting at TEN PM? I did not even know that people were still awake at ten pm??” But instead I just walked right in, calling out hello and praying that my father had not recently purchased a handgun. (Or any kind of gun, really.)

And he was very surprised, which was nice. So we are having a relaxing Father’s Day weekend. Yesterday we watched my (step)niece ride in a local horse show and then at night we went out for Italian, where I turned 14 years old for the second time so far in my life and picked a fight with my stepmom over olive oil. No I am not kidding. And no, I don’t want to go into it. It was asinine. Suffice it to say that she and I are both stubborn bizzatches…that pretty much sums the incident up.

Happily, last week was my last week of working full-time at the restaurant. Don’t get me wrong, I love refilling glasses of sweet tea for unappreciative, sweaty, rotund tourists as much as the next 26-year-old college graduate who once had dreams of a fulfilling life (AHEM), but classes are starting up again tomorrow, so it’ll be back to part-time for me.

(Thank you, sweet baby Jesus!)

On the personal side, I continue to attempt to mend the pieces of my lovelife after being tricked so spectacularly by my ex-Manfriend. This basically involves my making myself as attractive as I can every time I leave the house, in the chance that I’ll run into him. (Which has happened a couple of times already; such a small city!)

My goal is for him to Live to Rue the Day He Tried to Do Better Than Me! and to try to come crawling back, so that I might crush him beneath my petite little foot. (I think it is working.)

I’m doing fine.