I came home and said salaam to what turned out to be an empty home. Realizing this, I quickly changed into my pajamas and put my hair up in pig tails. I went into the kitchen and grabbed all sorts of junk food I could find and mixed them all in a bowl. Got a big glass of juice and took it all to the sofa where I ate palm full of food at a time as I watched the encore presentation of Ellen. Oh that Ellen. She cracks me up.

Hours later I heard keys jingling on the door. No time to put everything away. As soon as the door opened, I threw myself on the sofa and closed my eyes. My mom came over to see the mess of popcorn and chips and cookie crumbs on the floor. She saw that i was "sleeping" and so sat by me.. waiting for me to "wake up" as she talked in high volume to my sibling. A minute later, i "woke up". To my surprise, my mom doesnt seem upset.

She went & changed too and we watched tv all night long.. ordered chinese food and even put on a tape of indian songs briefly.

What a great evening that was. =)