3 hours going to PA for my niece's Christening. 4 hours back (damn the traffic on the NJ Turnpike, exit 7.)
Not that I'm complaining. Had a great weekend, all in all. Last night went out for dinner with the family et al for my mother's 57th birthday. It was a fun affair, complete with her getting drunk on pina colada's, a shrunken artichoke, and my brother's girlfriend trying to impress me.
Today saw an even larger representation of my family. I spent time with my 2-year-old nephew, who will no doubt turn out to be a hellion lothario, and my darling 3-month old niece, who will rule her brother in time.
I have to somehow get over the fact that my younger brother is currently getting laid more than I do. My universe is shattered.
Now I'm sitting here waiting for a dinner date, contemplating my sunburned face.
Pressing cool handcuffs to my cheeks make them feel so much better. Specifically, a 1950s American Munitions Fond du Lac set of cuffs. Mmmm... steel.