I just walked into the kitchen, having heard these weird thumping noises and thinking it was Geoffrey being annoying and practicing drum beats on the counter or something, to find my mom casually sweeping the floor. Then she began to stomp her feet almost as if she were dancing. She was like, "can't you hear the music?" and I was like wtf until she told me she was just getting the dirt off her shoes and sweeping it up. Most hilarious thing that's happened to me in a while.
In other news... I just got back from Florida, and it was amazing as usual. I can't even describe how nice it was to be back in the place where I spent countless childhood summers playing on the beach, collecting shells, eating tomato sandwiches, and being spoiled by my grandmother :P. Hurricane Ivan may have taken the condo from us for three years, but now we're back. I just feel bad, because work on the condo is going much more slowly than my grandmother expected, and she's worried and therefore pestering her children who are all stressed and tell their children (us) about it and then we feel helpless to do anything because they won't let us help move stuff.
The beach down there is incredible. Except for the jellyfish sting I got. ouchie ouchie.
Our French friends come on Tuesday, and after that I'm expected to play tour guide/chauffeur for them until Saturday, when they go to the Cape a little ahead of me. It should be good for my French, not to mention fun, but probably tiring. Then, maybe, if my room's clean, I go to NYC with them after the Cape!! That would be excellent. I can't wait for them to get here, I miss them so much!
Now I need to go figure out what to have for dinner since my family's having steak... hmm. I need to learn to cook more than an omelet, apple crumble and falafel that doesn't stick together. But I DO make a killer chocolate soufflé, apparently...