...or mr. fixti as I mistyped on aim a bit ago.
I spent the better part of the weekend helping out at Amy and Rob's house preparing it for the (rather unexpected) arrival of Rob's mom, Carol, as a result of our shitty American healthcare system. Carol was summarily booted out of her rehabilitation care center following a stroke earlier this year, without explanation, and without time for the appeals process because the guy who does the appeals process was out of town. So... they're paying out of pocket right now to keep her there for a couple more days till the house is ready for her to move in. I was there to install things, move heavy things, and generally be me... you know... goofy. And in the way sometimes. But mostly goofy. We had a great dinner saturday night, consisting of pita and hummus, various cheeses and summer beef sausage, as well as Rob's amazing (and, I hear, famous) pasta salad which has a ranch, not vinegar, base. I was an instant fan of it.
Anyway... sunday was uneventful. Nothing happened of note, I basically slept in all day long and sat around the house. I even thought about taking off work today just because it felt like such a blah day, but decided to come in anyway, cause, hell... can always use money, right?
So, there's my weekend, summed up in two paragraphs.
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