Been in Houston since Friday, playing Mommy again while my mother is in Galveston/San Antonio doing... something. I'm not sure. Wild and wacky antics, I am certain. Whenever I come to Houston it strikes me how much more fun this city is than San Antonio. Greg once said I'd obviously never been anywhere if Houston was my 'party city'. But I like Houston. I like large cities. I love the buildings downtown, I love the maddening one-way streets permanently under construction for no other reason than to annoy drivers, I love the dirt and the filth. I can walk down the street in San Antonio and be in a cow pasture. Or a field of some sort of wheat-like plant (I've never actually gone INTO the field, as I doubt the owner would appreciate it). The first time I went through downtown SA (with jenndolari), I sort of blinked and went "That's it?" It's not a bad town... but not one I'd prefer to live in.
Nicole came home sick, and I got to take her to my father's office. I hadn't been there in years. I used to go whenever I needed a checkup or shots or bloodwork, or anything, really. The convinience of being a doctor's offspring. Sometimes I'd be there when nothing was wrong, but my mom needed to pick something up or do some work. It was strange going in and not recognizing the nurses working there.
Emma wanted to go see a movie, but I need to cook dinner and pick up Tish between now and 7 (when Emma has chimes practice), so I doubt that'll happen.
Alex just ate my brains. He says they were flavorful.
I need a shower.