Three, Two, One; Take Off!

Dad,
This post is for you.  First, happy birthday (as of yesterday), congratulations on being 45, and secondly I'm updating so you can read this brand new post on your iPad!  I can only imagine how you're conversation with Mom will go:

You: "Jan!  Jan!  Annie updated her blog!  And she put me in it!  Come look, come look!"
Mom: "Jim, I'm a little busy doing the dishes [and adoring our favorite youngest daughter from the photo collage on the fridge]!"
You: "You're in it too."
Mom: "Be right there."

Then, like any other technological encounter, I imagine it'll continue on to this:

Mom: "Jim, move your fingers.  I can't see anything."
You: "Oh, jeez Jan, calm down.  Erhm, what did I just do?"
Mom: "Where did the page go?"
You: "Just a minute, keep your pants on."

Anyway, happy birthday Dad!  I can't wait to secretly use your iPad and customize all your backgrounds to kittens wearing silly costumes!

So, today was my last day of classes.  Again (just like all the other hopeless weeks), FOUR people showed up to my Victorian Literature seminar.  Including me.  Having actually read the book unlike the rest of my half-witted peers, I did the majority of the discussion, delicately ripping out the very soul of the main character of Adam Bede by George Eliot. 

The novel is really about Hetty Sorrel.  You know it's going to be scandalous with a woman named Hetty

I loved this book.  It was my favorite novel that I read while in England (sorry, Austen).  George Eliot is actually Mary Ann Evans and had to use a pen name, which is also pretty cool.  At the end of the class, my professor wished me well on my flight home and said, "Thank you, Annie, for contributing such a...lively presence."

Welcome.

And now I have three days, one night, and two papers left and I'm allowed to leave the country!  I'm certainly not going to miss eating like a 40 year old single man.

Cheers!