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Home for the weekend. Oh boy, I better not get too excited.

I've only been here for a few hours and I'm already bored out of my skull. I think there's a little time warp somewhere between Weirton and Robinson that causes each minute to pass like its an hour. I've already whacked a penguin many, many times and read countless random articles/links. I'm out of stuff to do! Well, unproductive stuff, that is. I actually have a mountain of Ochem and a book to start, but I'm saving that for the even more skull-bashing boredom that's to come tomorrow.

I did have one small adventure today. I went to Walmart to buy Ty and Nate some Valentines goodies. Simple enough, no? Well, as it turns out, the Valentines card aisle is CHAOS! All I needed were 3 simple cards. A cute, funny card each for the boys and then something for Duane. Oh boy. Even getting to the cards in the first place was tricky since the whole aisle was choked with old women's buggies (shopping carts for non-Pittsburgh people). And these old women weren't going to make a selection and leave. Oh no! I've determined that by the time you reach around 65-70, you acquire the habit of sending cards to every person to whom you've ever spoken: relatives you haven't seen in 20-30 years, the neighbors from the house you lived in 3 before the current, the mailman, that nice boy at the grocery store one time, etc. And of course, you've got to send these people meaningful cards, not just any old card will do! This, of course, means they stand there and read EVERY card on the shelf. Then you've got the "OMG, its Valentine's Day!" guys. They tend to look a little like deer in the headlights. What card do I buy her? they think. I imagine this is especially hard for those who haven't been dating all that long since cards come in one of 3 varieties: 1) I confess my undying love for you. 2) Haha, this card is funny, let's have sex. 3) Happy Valentine's Day, wife. Poor guys.

Luckily, I got my cards and the boys' candies... and then went and had a tastey, tastey dinner at Undo's with my parents. Cheesy bread, oh yeah!