on returning from the motherland

I slept until 2:30 p.m. today. None of my family woke me up (or came in to make sure I was still breathing) because they figured I was jetlagged and only sleeping that late because I'd had trouble falling asleep the night before. They assumed wrong though--I went to bed at 12:30 a.m. and slept like a baby until 10:00 a.m., when I woke up, rolled over, and went back to sleep. I didn't think I was even capable of sleeping for 14 hours. Now I've got one of those too-much sleep headaches, but what can I say? I'm a big advocate of pushing the limits of my endurance.

After I woke up, I did one load of laundry, ate a cinnamon roll, and proceeded to watch TV for three hours. I'm really not looking forward to school starting. Responsibility, pffft.

I always figured I got my unusually short stature from my dad's side (I tower over some of his sisters and was a good bit taller than my late grandmother), but I found out from a cousin that one of my great-grandmothers on my mom's side was unusually short, even by early 20th century Asian standards. So apparently I am a purebred shrimp. Let's hope for my kids' sake that it's recessive.

In other maternal ancestor news, one of my great-grandfathers (husband of the aforementioned really short great-grandmother), when given the choice between starting a soy sauce company or a liquor company, chose the liquor. Excellent.

in other disastrous kitchen news...

Last week:

(Cell phone rings, I pick it up; it's my brother)
Me: Hello?
C: Hey, where are you?
Me: I'm at K's, why?
C: Oh...nothing. Do we have a broom?
Me: Um...yes...it's by the trash can in the kitchen.
C: Oh, ok, good.
Me: What...happened?
C: Well, the light fixture in the kitchen fell and smashed all over the floor.
Me: Um, were you swinging on it?
C: (exasperated) No, I was sitting in my room studying, when I heard this ginormous crash and was like "HOLY CRAP SOMEONE BROKE IN!" But it was just the kitchen light falling and breaking.
Me: By itself? Weird.
C: Yup.

Today:

Maintenance guy: Ok, I put bleach in the dishwasher to help clear the clog. Give it a few minutes and then run some water through it, and if it still drains really slowly call me back.
Me: Ok.

[I turn the dishwasher onto "Water Saver" cycle and leave it to play Mario Kart.]

[Sitting on the couch, from which I can see partly into the kitchen]

Me (thinking): Gosh, the floor under the kitchen table is awfully shiny.

Me (10 minutes later): Why is the bleach smell getting stronger?

Me (12 minutes later, as I walk into the kitchen and into a puddle of water and bleach, noticing the orange tinge of the carpet where it meets aforementioned puddle) Well, crap.

It was brand new carpet too. Sigh.

on genetics

Yesterday, at the UT Law mentors reception:

Me (to Attorney 1): So what sort of practice do you do?
Atty 1: Mostly I do trial law, plaintiffs, stuff like that.
Me: Hey, so does my dad, do you know him? FP?
Atty 1: You're FP's daughter?? Of course I know him, we go way back! I didn't know he had a grown daughter!
Me: Yup, that's me.
Atty 1: Well, you're much better looking than he is.
Me: Thanks..?

Later:

(Similar conversation with Attorney 2 about practice areas and my dad)
Atty 2: I know your dad--I worked with BG quite a bit when your dad worked for him.
Me: Oh, really?
Atty 2: Yes. You know, that explains why you're so short.
Me: It sure does...