White Chocolate

One of the bonuses but sometimes UN-bonuses of working in an office is that people bring in leftover candy from various holidays and leave it out for anyone to eat. When it becomes an UN-bonus is when they bring in said candy when the holiday is WAY past. Case in point: the giant chocolate Easter egg sitting in the kitchenette near my new desk. Which reminds me, last Halloween, my Grandpa decided that he was going to pass out the candy he had found stashed away in one of his closets. This candy was stashed away by my Grandma, who passed away almost 2 years ago. So already the candy was suspect. However, the only way I could get him to agree with me that the candy was too old to give out to unsuspecting children was to open each bag and take a sample bite out of one candy from each bag. Then, and only then, did he believe me that the candy was stale and gross and unsuitable for children. I'm just saying, those neighborhood kids owe me BIG TIME. I will accept payment in the form of fresh candy.

Moving on. Last weekend, Cory and I went up to East Lansing for his sister's college graduation. Miss Dawnold now has 2 Bachelor's degrees, and graduated with honors from Michigan State. Yes, she is very impressive. On Friday night, despite having to get up at 7 a.m., me, Cory, Dawn, her boyfriend Scott, and their parents all got boozed up and acted all kinds of ridiculous. Some of us passed out in time to get up and be functional at 7 a.m. Cory was still drunk when he woke up, and stayed that way through most of the graduation ceremony. Which means he nodded out a time or two, and found EVERYTHING hilarious. I think graduation ceremonies are super-boring, so I was kind of jealous. It was funny to watch him giggle so much, though...

The view through Cory's eyes at the graduation...Dawn's millionth attempt to keep the wind from blowing off her cap proves futile, so the only thing left to do is...

On Sunday, Kyle and I joined our mom and Grandma for a Mother-Daughter banquet at our church. We were served food by the men of the church and some old friends from Sunday school are in a band, and they played for us. Good times. Kyle said dirty things in church, though. My mom slapped her hand.

Our good friend Dustin is leaving for Spain tomorrow, and will be touring Europe for the next 42 days. So we all went out for $2 margaritas last night and I got drunk on a school night! I mean, work night! But it was good times and Bobby was kind enough to drive my car home for me.

P.S. There are only 4 more days till Cory and I leave for San Francisco! That is fucking awesome.