Yesterday I got out of the shower and went to the living room in only a towel. I had a very important agenda - turn down the TV lest the neighbors hear "Bad Boys Bad Boys" through the open window and think that I watch COPS. Somehow, this made sense. No one was obviously watching me at the time, so I figure I'm ok, although the across the street neighbors have one of those garage door sized screens that makes them all incognito sitting in their garage like it's a porch.
Yes, my family is coming to visit. Parents and sister. Now, since this blog runs wild on the internets and googling my first and last name will indeed bring you here eventually, I shall be careful. My mom is going to a conference in NYC this week, and my dad and sister are flying there today to join her. On Sunday, they are coming to our house to see our new digs for the first time. On Tuesday, they leave to go back to the city and catch their planes home. This means that they will, in fact, spend more time sightseeing together in the city than they will be here to see us, which was the