My parents have got their days and nights seriously mixed up. While they want to hang pictures, clean, work, and write thank you notes while the sun's up, I'm still sleeping off the previous night's festivities. They think they're pretty cool, but they are already starting to seem lame to me. Last night they put on a Ray Charles cd and fell asleep on the couch. This does not bode well for the future.

Dad uttered his first "because I said so" yesterday. The lame-ification has begun.