Despite my new found "stature," I am not a toy! Please, people. I'm not squeezable.

I desperately want to go back to Canada. This is crazy. I can't live here. Somebody get me out of here...

So...what happened... Saturday: morning walk; the three monkeys came in to disturb the peace; pizza lunch; afternoon trip to the bookstore, with terrible thunderstorm; evening fellowship that was pretty boring, during which I felt really old. Sunday: morning walk and pout; church service that wasn't too bad, at least it's good to see some people that I like; afternoon trip to Costco, with terrible thunderstorm, again; evening nothingness. Oh yeah, and apparently dad will return tonight, which won't make a difference anyway because he's never home.