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I do love Lord Peter Wimsey.

The weekend was . . . weekendy. Quiet, for the most part. I should have gone to a party on Friday. But I wasn't in a party type of mood, prefering instead to stay home and drink tea and watch a (surprisingly bizarre) movie version of Jane Austen's Northanger Abbey with my mom. Besides, I didn't think that my presence would be very missed, as my usual party persona mostly involves me sitting in one place much of the time, talking to whomever decides to come over and start a conversation. Not exactly the life of the party, one could say. But then this morning I got an email from one of the hosts of said party that made me feel guilty for not showing up. I'll have to apologize.

Saturday, Erica and I went to the mall and the book store, in search of Father's Day presents. Nothing like waiting until the last minute, eh? We found what we needed eventually, and I bought him the special edition DVD of The Right Stuff, which was a fairly easy decision to make, as he'd been hinting for it for a couple of weeks. I like it when dad hints about presents, because otherwise he's practically impossible to shop for.

Saturday evening the parents went out for their Anniversary dinner with Lynn and Tom, and Erica and I made pizza. We made two pizzas for the two of us, which was more than excessive, but we had to use the dough that we defrosted. I entitled my pizza "Joanna's Pepperoni Pain" and Erica's was called "Ham and Pineapple Joy". They were quite delicious, and we have lots left over for lunches for a week.

Sunday was Father's Day, which meant two large and satisfying meals in addition to the present-presenting. Hooray for Father's Day!

Now I'm at work. Counting down to Friday night and Harry Potter. Not that I'm excited or anything . . .

But, hey. Why shouldn't I be? I hope no one expects me to do anything this weekend. I'm got plans with a fifteen-year-old wizard.
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