all are tales of human failing, all are tales of love at heart

i got a rash of phone calls last night while on my way to get mom and david from the airport. at the end of it all, i had picked them up, given nick a phone number to put a nasa reference on his pizza hut employment application, and gotten a role in james and chrissy's wedding. hurrah!

i hate politics.

i found the perfect townhouse for debbie and nick and me, for rent. 4 bedrooms, 2200 square feet, hardwood floors, right across the street from my current apartment (good location)... but it's probably still to early. dang.