Also in the news, this year's award for the Baddest Mother goes, once again, to Shaft. Happy Mother's Day, Shaft.
Right. Anyway. Saturday was mostly good. I spent the afternoon hanging out with evil_jim, and then Ellen and I had pre-Rocky dinner at Uno's. When we got out of the restaurant, it was raining lightly. We went back to my place for a little while, and by the time we would've left for Rocky, the storm had gotten pretty bad. I looked outside my window and didn't see anything that looked like the "sixty-mile an hour winds" they were talking about on TV, but Ellen had misgivings about going, and eventually it was decided that having gotten approximately fifteen minutes of sleep since Thursday (give or take), we should probably stay home. This turned out to be a really good decision because I got really sick around 12:05.
It wasn't good. I'm fine now.
But uh, skipping ahead a few hours, I went to Stoughton to celebrate Mother's Day. My parents are packing for the big move, which is going to be an incredibly daunting task. I don't even want to think about it. Anyway, dinner was pork chops, asparagus, potatoes and rhubarb pie. We watched Master And Commander: The Far Side of the World which is the sort of movie my dad likes to watch on Sundays. I don't know... I have this inexplicable anti-Russell Crowe bias. Somehow the man keeps getting into big budget movies with high production value, so I know that if I see a Russell Crowe movie, it won't be too unpleasant to sit through, but I usually avoid his movies (not films -- movies) when they're in theaters. Master and Commander was quite watchable, but would I sit through it again? I doubt it. The soundtrack was cool, though.
Now I'm at home waiting for the washer. I need to wash a load of khakis before tomorrow morning. This would've been a great thing to have gotten done on Friday night. Why the hell didn't I do it then instead of now when I just want to collapse?