Friday afternoon, Lil Sis graduated from the Rutgers business school with so many honors she could barely stand up.
Saturday morning, Lil bro#2 graduated from Houghton college.
A photo of him in his ruff was Houghton College's facebook profile pic for most of the weekend.
Saturday afternoon, Mumsy effectively ruined my weekend (again) via text messages, telling me I'm a horrible person because I should have gone back to Lil Sis's apartment after the graduation to hang out with them instead of leaving for the 5+ hour drive up to Houghton.
Had I left Rutgers much later than I did (4.45 PM), Lil Bro#1 would have been asleep and therefore unable to guide me to the camper when I got to the campsite, which would then have resulted in me sleeping in my car. But noooooooooooo because I posted a pic of Lil Bro#2 in his ruff on facebook before I posted any photos of Lil Sis, OBVIOUSLY I'm a shite sister and I love Lil Bro#2 more, which means I love Dad more than Mumsy, which means Mumsy loses the game only she has ever been playing since their custody battle started in 1986.
(I drank quite a bit on Saturday night.)
We played this for like 3 hours, and most rounds resulted in us laughing until we cried. Then me and Lil Bro#2 tried to teach the 16-year-old German exchange student (she's staying with the cousins who came up for the graduation) how to play baseball, because she wanted to learn*.
When I woke up Sunday morning, it was snowing.
The snow persisted for most of the drive home, then turned to rain when I left Pennsylvania and crossed back into New Jersey. Because I was still pissed off at my mother, I took a detour.
Laur was doing some spring cleaning, so she basically just put me in the kitten room and left me there for like an hour.
They played for little while. Tyrese went into their bed after a few minutes to nap.
Nugget and Niblets eventually joined Tyrese for a nap. I let Lord Byron chew on my hand.
He got very cute and snuggly.
Then he fell asleep purring.
I want to steal all of them.
June 1st I can move into the apartment. I am counting the days.
*Lil Bro#2 and I do not know how to play baseball. A very bastardized version of it will be returning to Germany.