There's a baby in the house

Image has been grayscaled and made tiny to hide the post long car trip lazy eye and my skin which has suddenly decided I'm 14 again.

Being home was awesome - much blogging to ensue, just need to sort out my thoughts first. Thank you to everyone who sent me sweet sms's and such on Sunday. Nothing like a five hour car trip to make your birthday all that more fun. But then there's nothing like turning 22 to make you feel like bitching about 21 was a dumb move. The grey hair search continues.

One small nugget of meaning that I can muster from the past ten days is that my sister and I will always fight. I don't know why I thought this time would be different but, once again, I found myself saying stupid things and biting Charlene's head off about a pair of secret socks. We get along sometimes. Sometimes we don't. I need to make my peace with that.

And I return to find that belle has resigned. No more Jewish prostitute escapades for me to read :(