Time Changes Suck

Well, I'm at work suffering from the time change, meaning I'm barely awake and functioning, but pretending to be both of those things. Time changes always kill me and it will be about 3 days before I'm back on schedule.

This weekend didn't go nearly as planned, but it was very nice. Friday afternoon my friend and I planned a walk for when she got out of work. Then, on my way home from work Aaron called and asked if I'd like to head up to my parents' house for the weekend. I told him I'd check with them to see if they'd be in town, but I had already made plans. When I was almost to my apartment I saw a big lightning strike, followed by an echoing thunder clap and an immediate downpour.

So much for the walk.

So I called Molly, apologized profusely and cancelled our plans, called my parents who were in fact very excited to hear we were coming for a visit, and called Aaron back to get his packing list so that we could make it there in a reasonable time frame.

Besides yet another horrible allergy attack, it was a wonderful weekend - being spoiled by my parents and eating way too much really good food. We played our favorite game (yes, we're dorks, and proud of it) for a couple hours each day, and I got in a couple of naps while Aaron and my dad played a computer game. We also got to go to the museum where my mom works to see a couple of their exhibits that are ending soon - a motorcycle exhibit, which was pretty cool, and then they also have "Sue" the T-Rex, which was pretty impressive.

Now all I need is another nap and I'll be perfectly happy.