Nothing and everything...all in one post!

I realize it's time for me to shut the hell up about American Idol, especially considering my crazy little cowboy went home. However...now that the final twenty-four have been chosen, I plan on voting obsessively for Taylor Hicks, the man-boy who looks twenty years older than he actually is. Hello! Best of both worlds! I want him to live in my home and sing for me incessantly. Well, okay, it doesn't have to be incessant. I can be flexible about this! But when he's not singing, I hope he at least hums.

This week is just buzzing by. Yesterday was Valentine's Day. Yeehaw. I celebrated it with the longest nap I've taken in ages. As much as I detest the holiday, it was brightened by a card from my dad (WTF? Pops has changed) and a card, with accompanying photo, from Brody and Audrey. Speaking of Brody, he turns FOUR this weekend. Holy hell.

I seem to have blog ADD tonight.

For the record, Hallmark is also closing. What's happening to our mall?! They best be putting Express into one of those soon-to-be-empty spaces.

Last night, I called Dad to thank him for the card, and he asked me about the upcoming weekend. See, my plan is to drive to the twin cities on Friday night to pick Red up and bring her back to Duluth with me...just because I want to. I think even if she wasn't willing to come along, I'd kidnap her. After all was said and done, she'd be happy I did. Our brand of fun usually ends with horrible hangovers and, in this case, the drive back to the cities on Sunday. That's about 700 miles of driving this weekend. I hate driving. I just know it's going to be worthwhile though.

So, Dad's been invited to spend some time in Duluth with us while Red's here and, being the spectacular parent that he is (I'm not kidding...he's really extraordinary), of course he's going to take advantage of that opportunity. Instead of just driving to Duluth from Tower to spend some time with us, like any good normal parent would, Dad likes to go the extra mile. He actually offered to "help" me with the driving. When I called him crazy, he shrugged it off saying, "Well, it's not a big deal for me to drive 500 miles in a day."

I'm not going to let him do it, of course. He helps way too much. Maybe he'll stay at my apartment though, in which case...there will be no horrible hangover to contend with. And, you know? That ain't bad.

So, you've all heard at least a little something about Tom. We haven't talked in a month. In that time, I've convinced myself that he destests me. I'm good at infuriating guys that I'm sort of seeing, without even realizing I'm doing it. But, I like him. I really do. He's a nice guy. He's very normal and that's hard to find. So, armed with the knowledge that I'd be making a return trip the cities on Sunday, I asked if he would like to have dinner with me. I expected a backlash. Instead...I got the counteroffer. He would like to have a sleepover and watch the Olympics.

What's a girl to do?

(I miss his dog.)