We did just "adopt" my brother's friend. Perhaps he's indestructible.

I went to the Home and Garden Fair with my mom today. I don't even like to garden, but we go every year. We drive to the mall and then take the shuttle to the fairground. It's one of our "big" adventures together every year (the other being Vegas. PS: We're going to the ST convention this year. WE'RE DORKS). Last year I coudn't go because of work, and I was upset. About missing a gardening fair. So, as you can see, I'm kind of a big freak. Anyway. It was fun. The shuttle we took was number 815, so I was slightly worried we were going to crash and somehow end up on a magical island full of creepy smoke monsters and hot half-naked guys, but we got there okay. My mom bought this mop she's wanted to get for years. YEARS. Every time we go she freaks out over this mop, but she never buys it, and then whines about it for the rest of the year. So she got it. If she hadn't, I probably would have beaten her with a garden gnome or something.

We talked about my dad, who might be getting a nine to five job. Which is a terrifying thought. For as long as I can remember my dad has worked nights. For the last twelve years he's been the bar manager at a restaurant. And that's required him working at night Tuesday through Saturday. And now he's suddenly thinking about becoming a paper salesman. PAPER SALESMAN! Now, no offense to any paper salespeople on my flist, but that's no where near as cool as being an awesome bartender. And the thought of having my dad home in the evenings is weird. One of the reasons we all get along with him so well is because we don't actually spend that much time with him. He's my dad and I love him, but don't need to spend all that much time hanging out with him.

Then again, if he's a "paper salesman" like Mr. Benent, then I won't complain. That would be pretty awesome.

You're killing me, Smalls!

I don't own The Sandlot!

rain_dances and I were talking about loving sports movies and TV shows and how baseball is the best sport of all time, and she asked me what my favorite baseball movie was. The answer is The Sandlot, followed closely by ALL THE REST OF THEM (OMG BASEBALL IS SO AWESOME). So I really wanted to watch it, but I don't own it! I thought I did! How do I not own it? *goes to rectify this situation*