The neighbors came over for dinner, we passed around the rats (uh, before dinner... we didn't eat them), and my almost-10-year-old neighbor Elli is my height but has bigger hands and feet. At least I can beat her at arm wrestling. And there's nothing like discussing capons at the dinner table. "How do you neuter a capon?" my Swedish neighbor asks, while we kids ("kids" meaning 10-22-year-olds) snicker.
I need to find something to do on Thursday. My parents are probably going skiing, and I think I need a couple weeks to recover from the last skiing episode since I'm in terrible shape. And if I stay home, my sister will want to stay home and then constantly bug me to take her to the mall or Jake's house and so forth, and I'm only a chauffeur to people who appreciate me and don't just use me for my wheels. So I must do something that involves not driving my sister places. Anyone in the Murrysville (or even Pittsburgh) area up for general mayhem and silliness?
I want to marry Palak Paneer. Except I think there's a law in Pennsylvania that says you have to marry another humanoid, not a delicious Indian dish full of deliciousness and deliciousnessosity.
