Misgivings

Thanksgiving was spent at my brother's place with his wife and kid, which fell on its face during the course of our interaction. It was sitting on my knee and I swear I've seen it sitting! Apparently babies can't sit up by themselves, and she took a bit of a faceplant. But I was sitting on the floor. And the floor was carpeted. And, as you can plainly see, I didn't want the damn thing on my lap anyway. Why do people insist on putting babies on you especially if you don't want them? For the same reason some people blow smoke in your face if you don't like smoking, I suppose.

As I pretty much spent the last two weeks before I left the Bay drinking beer and eating out, and all of my time down here has been filled with too goddamn much food, my last month or so in the US has not been so kind to my beer gut. Got to watch it once I'm out of my mother's jurisdiction, who has the singlular ability both to make remarks about my weight but to keep putting food in front of me and insisting that I finish it all. Reminder to self not to binge on Tim Tams and Vegemite.

I leave the day after tomorrow! Quite possible that the next time I write on this thing, it'll be from Melbourne. Huzzah.