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Well, helLO there, soldier. Buy me a drink and I will tell you all about my summer vacation. Or anyway that's been my last week, minus the soldier part. Lots of drinks, lots of recaps, lots of how you doing no how you doing. And in the midst of this return there was a Rocky Horror party, and that was fun. And now I'm home, settled, checked in with my people, getting ready to get back to the business of, you know, life.

The summer was… well. Squire and I flew to California with his friend; Squire and Friend went to Grandparents, where it was believed to be more fun (and probably was: at Grandpa's they made bows and arrows and Grandma took them to a bunch of 3D movies; I wanted them to get up close and personal with the black widows in my sister's backyard while we cleaned it out, so). For three weeks the kids bounced back and forth between the lap of luxury and the school of hard knocks (though we also took them to Six Flags and stuffed them with hamburgers, so it wasn't all bad), and then Friend finally bounced back to the Czech Republic, where his parents that he basically hadn't bathed for three weeks and were quietly horrified. What? You try arguing hygiene with a teenager and tell me how it goes. We had a lot of visitors, which I enjoyed tremendously. Look, I flew eleventy thousand kilometers, and you can make me feel like a Special Guest Star by traveling a mere hour (and if you travel further? Then I am really really really happy). This is true. 

I did think a lot about how television shows work, and how normally it is My Show, the Anne In Brno Show, which is like a sit-dram, but this summer was totally sweeps week on other people's shows. I brought in viewership like whoa. I will so be getting an Emmy. Because you like me, you really like me.

I will NOT be collecting any awards for the Rocky Horror party (although I did absolutely win a costume contest, a hundred years ago, at a convention). Oh, my misspent youth. Remember when my editorial pointy-headedness was applied towards correctly quoting the movies I'd seen a hundred times? We had fun, though, throwing rice and confetti around the classroom with wild abandon, and then sweeping it up immediately afterwards like the good little adults we are now. Cards for sorrow+ water gun rain+ great scott toilet paper is kind of sticky, for future reference.

So now I'm home. Following the massive Summer Furniture Rearrangement of 2011, I felt pretty inspired to Change My Life, too. So I came home and got over the jet lag instantly (the trick: take short naps even if you can't sleep or if you want to sleep more, the whole day and the night before you travel; by the time you get where you're going you won't know which end is up, and you will sleep all night the first night = instant cure), so my body got a cold instead to make sure I was sufficiently miserable. I think I might have preferred the jet lag? Hard to say. Anyway. Got home, started working again, and in breaks dismantled my bed and made it into a new desk/office area. I kind of rock, with the hardware and stuff. It's a nice office. Maybe I'll take a picture.

Anyway, that was my summer. Photos are up here. I hope your summer was splendid too.