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July 18, 1999.

Another full weekend. I managed to get more sleep than I'd anticipated: 17 hours for the weekend. Sometimes that's all I get for 3 days here.

My cold rages on. Now I'm in the fun 'changing the afflicted body part' phase: had a headache last week, a sore throat on Friday and Saturday, and now my nose is running like a faucet. I know, whine whine whine. I'm lucky to have a nose in this spiteful world.

The Boy's mother's wedding was sweet and the shortest ceremony I'd ever been to. Also less formal...well, except for the fact that "Jerusalem" was the recessional. Scout was lovely in her Anniston hair, acting as maid of honour - a job she also did for Pixie Stix back in September. I myself was pleased with the way this week's bouffant hair turned out - but with my little brown glasses, it looked scarily hausfrau. Exodus made a classic remark when he saw it: he was on his way into the city to pick up a computer and couldn't stay for the reception. On his way out, he said, "you look nice...but my computer will look better!!" Smirk.

I invited my parents on a whim, and their impending presence immediately snowballed in importance. I almost took back the invite when I realized that this would be considered an official visit. But I didn't. They got to the church after we'd already been seated...and I did a double take when I realized that Nic was with them! Nic, the hardcore atheist, who'd already been to one service this month! I was absurdly touched. I had been unbearably cranky to the Boy earlier, but my brother's arrival reversed my emotions abruptly. I hugged him for the first time ever this afternoon...something that put him completely at a loss.

The circumstances around his arrival were typically strange: my parents were on their way out the door when he bolted from bed & demanded that they wait a couple minutes so that he could put on a suit & come with. This immediately made my mom suspicious. As soon as she saw me after the service, she asked, "so, did you get married?" As Nic said at the time, it's difficult to tell if she's being joking & sane or serious & crazy sometimes.

The reception was immensely comfortable, which is a welcome development. I'm growing used to the Clan...an easier task than if it was some other family. And I'm getting downright cozy with Scout...who mentioned that she found this journal off of Q's page...which raises some interesting questions about content, now doesn't it? Q made the mistake of helping me open my first cervesa, which I found wonderfully gallant. Thus I made a point of "letting" him open each successive cervesa, wandering up him at irregular intervals like a toddler with an untied shoelace.

After the party had wound down to messy gift wrap & silence, we succumbed to the inevitable...yup, we went to the town kareoke bar like the little town girls we are. It was the best time I'd ever been to kareoke (and that's saying a lot). Pixie Stix sang "Express Yourself" and got hit on. The Boy let me convince him to do "Brown Sugar," and blanched amusingly at the line "hear him whip the women just around midnight." Q sang "Birdhouse in Your Soul" to rave reviews, and led the bar in "American Pie" (!!!) I sang "Brass in Pocket" (my party piece) and a reportedly Bowie-esque "White Wedding." PS & I got up to snarl "You Oughta Know" with Scout...and we jumped on the obscenities with relish. It was awesome. For all I know, the denizens of Froghopper Nook are still there.

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Got my new girls today. Another short house (though not as pretty as last time). One of the girls looks surprisingly like Cody - frightening, really. I never expected him to visit me in the body of a 9-year-old girl. They seem a bit more whiny than my other girls - then again, they'll have to go a fair distance to top Juno in her last days.

I find that I'm a bit more comfortable with the kids. I hope my skin will be thicker this time around, and I hope that this quality is something I can learn.

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