Defeated

have you heard the news? as of 1am this morning, micah and i decided to succumb the master-manipulator and tapper into-er of every guilty feeling you've ever had. i tip my hat to her, dammit. she's good, real good.

so, we're going to arizona. whatever. micah tipped the scales when he reminded me of all the food we'll eat...for free. and i do love the gift shops on the way. micah also reminded me that we can leave the second things seem weird.

i phoned mom today and let her know we're coming. tonight, visions of ways she can kick the shins of my self-esteem will dance through her head. oh, she'll probably also dream about the cheese i promised to bring.

on the rolling-of-the-eyes-front, mother has purchased fancy cocktail napkins that read "forgive me, for i have zinned" (jenny: zinned is a pun on white zinfindel, a wine popularly appreciated by white people with credit problems who think el torrito is the nicest restaurant in town.).

i'm sure it will be fine. i'll be happy to see spawny, james and frances. and, micah's a kick in the head on road trips.

spawny, how was your party? was it elegant and classy? you should've had mom pick you up some napkins.