Unsure What the Collective Noun Would Be

So this is some bullshit.

Pardon me, my good weather, what seems to be the fuck? 

Last week was a good week for Jody-ing. I have spoken before of the fact that I have a Jody here (HI JODY), whose daughter was practically conjoined with mine for the six years of middle school and high school and they are still very close, and naturally my glorious gifted daughter would find a friend who came with a friend for me attached - sort of like when you buy a bottle of vodka or rum at the liquor store (or the 7/11 if you're American, I don't judge) and it comes with an adorable tiny bottle of some other kind of liquor attached. And then I have a Jody six hours away with whom I shared consecutive womb space. As Matt puts it, "your sister Jody is tall and loud and opinionated. Your friend Jody is the same except not tall.") It's an embarrassment of Jody riches.

Friend-Jody had invited me to come to her house on Passover for the Seder she was doing with her brother and his family and her mom. I thought it sounded really cool but then the day of had massive social anxiety and hadn't slept well and actually nodded off at my desk for a few minutes, so I almost cancelled. Matt was in Thailand and I was driving my parents six hours to my sister's on Friday and I was just anxious and waffle-y and my hair was terrible and I didn't know what to wear and I was on the verge of bailing, and then I managed to give myself a stern talking-to and forced myself out of the house.

It was SO the right decision. The Seder was louder and swearier than I was expecting, which was silly of me because I know Jody. She sat me beside her and we did not behave decorously at all, which reminded me of when my mom would take me and my sister to church and sit between us because otherwise we were unruly and unserious. This might be forgivable for small children, but we were in high school at the time. At one point Jody's husband was reading his passage and he pronounced 'travail' the French way, which I think strictly speaking it would not have been in this context, which is such a dumb thing to get giggly over, but Jody and I did anyway, and he broke off from his "fleeing our persecution" sentence to hiss "STOP IT" at us and Jody said "that's what the Jews said to their persecutors, STOP IT" and then we lost it completely.

There was also the food element which was glorious. Jody's brother and his family were incredibly fun and lovely - I asked them if they wanted to drive to London for Easter on the week-end, they said they'd think about it. 

The drive with my parents went fine - the On Route we stopped at was insanely crowded but we just grabbed sandwiches from the market store and kept going. My dad's mobility is bad but he did okay on the one stop. I think the drive was hard on them anyway, and we may not get to do this again, but I think it was good of them to get out of their house for a few days and we didn't get to do Christmas all together last year so this was really nice. My nephew works fairly near to where Eve is at school, which is only about an hour from my sister, so he picked her up and they were already there when we got there. 

We hot tubbed and watched a couple of just unbelievably bad Blue Jays games (well, bad for us, not for the other guys), and a little bit of the Rubber Ducks game - we were confused about why the camera was on a guy driving a tractor but apparently it's a tradition for the tractor to deliver a box of -- balls? Game-day items? The team was 3-0 as of yesterday, so Angus is happy. 

We had dinner on Saturday so Eve could get back home on Sunday night to work in the lab Monday.

 We laughed about stupid things - Sunday night we started talking about music and my brother-in-law called up musicians my father remembered on the tv. One was Fabian ("he was good-looking but had a voice like a do-it-yourself violin kit" according to my dad) and the song that jumped out at us was Love Me, Love My Tiger. Listening to it in full did not make it make any more sense. Apparently he also had another song called just Tiger, which was very successful, so maybe he was still chasing that high. Still. Love Me, Love My Tiger? Wtf, Fabian? 

Eve and Jonah and my sister and I did the Connections puzzle all the days we were together, alternately swearing and crowing and giggling, to my parents' bafflement. I told them about the furries and then I opened Facebook and saw this and I legit hurt myself laughing.

Also there were cats. Miko was very into having company, Seamus not so much.