I've had 8 hours of sleep since Monday. Driving back and forth from San Pee to Walnut Poop has been tiring, and a little scary at 3 am (I think about the Zodiac killer a lot). Mom and dad called EVERY goddamn fucking hour even during the wee hours of the morning. Mom gave plenty of mom-like advice in the style of traditional Korean tips, driving us all nutzoid.
But I gotta say, my sister is one goddamn fucking bad-ass trooper. And I suppose her hubby is too :).
I've had little experience with kids, at times calling them names like, "ugly," and "bug-shaped." But I've replaced those negative asshole-isms with more positive words like "cutie," "fart" and "burrito." I think I'm gonna be a pretty rad auntie. Actually, maybe not. My only role model is my mom's sister, who made me call her "princess" in Korean, would steal my stuffed animals, and called me "window nose." It'll be all good though, I turned out great, right? Anywhooo, little Benjamin (NOT Benji) is gonna have one hell of a time growing up and I can't wait.
