Hello, hello!

Like Ashlee, I haven't had a lot to say...except that I'm embarrassed by my family. My parents are atypical, in an off-putting, uncomfortable sort of way. And I realized this more and more with each passing weekend, and it's even more glaring when my boyfriend decides to take a shaky step into my little Madison world. I just wish the mandatory parental time would end with the pleasant greetings of my mother, who sleepily meanders into the room and awkwardly languishes before our eyes (she's only just woken up from her three hour mid-day nap, give her six minutes to process questions!) and then, there is the father, biceps and back budging from his XXL wife-beater. No need to malinger here. We'll run into him later at the gym anyway, making it a true Ramsey Family affair. This is not okay. I want to construct a lean-to in my backyard where Graham and I spend some quality time together in peace and sin. Is it so much to ask? Give me your apartment, just for a night. I promise we won't smoke your weed or eat your Ramen or steal your Vonnegut or Shaw or Woolf.