Today my step-daddy forgot he had opened up one of his non-alcoholic beers (ews) and so after dinner my mother pointed it out. He thought he would be really super cool and chug it in the kitchen, so he lifted it up to his mouth and chugged. And then it fizzed everywhere and he got it all over himself and had to spit it out in the sink. Then he spent the next five minutes, dripping it all over the kitchen floor, laughing hysterically. His laugh is a mixture between a jolly Irishman and the doctor from The Simpsons. It was pretty brilliant. And entirely refreshing that he could laugh at himself.
He also was like "you haven't seen it here (meaning this house, not Montana) in the winter have you?" and my response was, "I was here in the winter when I lived here." He looked confused so I said, "remember? I lived here for like six months?" More confusion. "I worked at Pizza Hut?" "OH YEAH!" To be fair to him, that was eight years ago, just before I moved to Australia! I thought it was amusing. He doesn't even eat Pizza Hut. Wouldn't go near it, so I don't know why that jogged his memory!
Tomorrow lots of people are coming for Racism Day lunch/dinner. It'll be nice to see
Soon I will be able to watch the new ep of American Horror Story. I am excite! That'll put me back to sleep, surely. Right? RIGHT?!