It's no secret amongst my immediate family that I'm bat shit crazy about Twilight. The rest of my family just thinks I'm fucking nuts in general but the Twi-love is kept under wraps.
Since this was a holiday weekend, I've been spending a lot of time with both my family and ML's family. Naturally, ML's family knows nothing of my mental imbalance or they would probably force him to break up with me so I had to be on my best behavior yesterday during the ML Family-athon.
Well, I tried, anyway. The fact that ML was playing Johnny Cash with his mom on the guitars while I was hiding in the bathroom, sending S.O.S. text messages to mine speaks volumes about me, and none of it is good. Not that I dislike ML's family. Quite the contrary - they are the sweetest, nicest people I've met. But I'm not. I have a 'turkey timer' that generally pops around the three hour mark of hanging out with relatives. This isn't an issue with my family because they have it, too. ML's fam, on the other hand... not so much. But I love them, anyway.
Today is the day that I spend with the Jerkfaces. I was hoping to get some blogging done earlier this morning but I woke up late (this may or may not have had something to do with the
It's Mommy (not a)Jerkface and she cheerfully informs me that she and Daddy will be at my house to pick me up in 45 minutes [note: I take public transportation to work so technically there is no reason for me to have a car; Jersey is a non-driving-friendly kind of state, just for the record, and because I've been asked so many times... no, I did not get a DWI. And I swear I will taser the shit out of the next person who asks. I simply do not drive. :)] .
Fuuuuuuuuck. I look down at jammies, give a longing pout toward the
I'm normally okay with my non-driving status (I REPEAT - I didn't get a DWI) but every now and again being at the mercy of other people blows chunks.
ML cautiously peeps his head out as I race around the apartment, cursing like a sailor.
"My parents will be here in 45 minutes," I tell him, "I got first dibs on the shower."
He knows better than to argue.
I will admit that I tried to drink a cup of coffee while taking a shower. Not as in "I left the coffee nearby on the counter" but literally brought the mug behind the curtain with me. To my caffeine deprived mind, this sounded like a great idea. It wasn't. Shampoo and coffee don't mix, not to mention that the mug gets really slippery when wet. But I'm a multi-taskin' kind of girl so I gave it shot. Definitely don't recommend it.
Naturally, I have to bring everything that is important to me with me, as well. This consists of keys, wallet, identification, gum,
Mommy (not a)Jerkface didn't even blink an eye. She even asked if I was going to take pictures of Edward while we were at Costco but I didn't because I was too busy having a wave of rage over the crowds. Maybe next time. When we got home, I lurked around the kitchen, Edward in hand, looking for good photo opps. Mommy looks at me, rolls her eyes and says, 'you know, he really should help out or something.' She plucks Edward from my hand and puts him on the counter. 'Tell him to grind some pepper.'
Edward usually rips someone limb from limb for ordering him around but he and Mommy (not a)Jerkface are tight so it's cool...
And so the Jerkfaces gather. There was pitter and there was patter and a few slices of bullshit stories along the way but, as always, this long holiday weekend involved the most important things... Twilight, Edward, RPattz hair porn, Twilight blogs, Twilight news and... even family. Once in awhile.