I believe they call it triptophan. That magical chemical which makes you sleepy post ingestion. I wish I was a chemist and create triptophan in my lab, because then I wouldn't have a problem sleeping. Ever.
Dinner was delish as always. Mom's a great cook. And Dad and me turned into groggy cavemen for a couple of hours. Very Tim Allen. But we came out of our stupor in time to play Balderdash. Good game. Word of the weekend: pandiculation (the yawning and stretching before going to bed). Dad won, I lost.
Yesterday we drove to Yosemite, Em's never been. Crap weather, but a fun-filled drive to be sure. Stayed over at Susan's last night. Nice horse ranch in the Sierra foothills - near Bakersfield. And the topic of Mom's 60th birthday came up, which is in two years. I joked that if Mom, Susan, Jan and Jillian got together the fun would never end. So, that's the plan. Send them all to a spa for a weekend and let the fun unfold. And Dad and I have two years to plan this!
So, now the weekend is winding down and all I have left is homework. Reading, writing, and fortunately no arithmetic.