And so it begins...

...the beginning of a month and a half without my mommy and littlest sister of all, Heaba. We left the house at 4:30 (aka the plumber booty crack of dawn) to see them off at the airport. They'll come back from Jordan (hopefully with Sara and Alia?!?) on June 24th.
Until then, you can call me the Lone Ranger, the Night Wolf, the Solo Cholo, etc. Well, uhh, technically, I guess you can only call me those names from 7 AM - 6 PM on weekdays, because my solo-ridin' ends when either my dad or brother get home. Hahahah - I am gonna practice my funnies during this break, y'all!

Anywho, it's been a sad kind of day - it is so empty at home! Even Misha felt it - he was being nicer than usual to me today (I appreciate that, big daddy).
But what's the use of being a Pessimistic Patricia when you can stress over a stir-fry thingamajig that basically exploded before your eyes when you added chicken slices to it, or when you can revel at how miserably you've failed at making basic rice? It sure does help get one's mind off of how much they miss their mama and sistas!

Here's the finished product, for the taste buds on your eyeballs:

...we'll see if I get better at cooking over the course of this month. 

Buzzzzz

I had my eyes closed, and Fade Into You was the song I was singing along to. 
I spun around a few times in this triangle of light streaming in from the window. 
And I was pretending it was moonlight, because why couldn’t it be? 
It was night, and it was dark, and it was quiet, so I could very well be twirling around in a triangle of moonlight dancing its way in to say hello. 
Or something like that. 
But then I heard the dryer go off, and I remembered that the moon wasn’t out, 
that it was just the porch light that someone had forgotten to turn off, 
that I had to go inside where the lights were even brighter, 
and that I had laundry to unload.