I landed last night in my hometown of San Antonio, Tx. Yes, home of the Alamo.
|No, there is NO basement here! And that joke is REAL old.|
I'll be here until next monday, and thus, I suspect will probably have less than zero happening in the dating world whilst I'm here. My main goals are really: 1) to not make myself ill on Thanksgiving by gorging myself [see: fried turkey] like I usually do and 2) survive my mom's "loving" [incessant] nagging.
Funny things DO happen around here. For instance, apparently my parent's dog, Dylan, now wears socks.
Also, I posted this pic on Facebook since I found it amusing. But my mom is friends with me on Facebook, and was unhappy with the angle/shot I took of our kitchen. "Not flattering."
Happy Holiday Survival, lovelies!