I might just have the thing

Dinner with the Sculati chapter of the family tonight. A+++ would eat with again. The food beat the pants off of pretty much everything I'd been eating over here, and Americo was even nice enough to hit me in the face with a lego (well, if I had known that the lego was actually a rocket, I would definitely have thought twice about leaning over to him at the exact moment of launch initiation, so it's really my fault. You gotta be careful around rockets) and pull out one of my earrings. Then Lucia stepped in a tomato, and Aunt Bay gave me a cute little mexican tablecloth and some cute little psychadelic looking napkins which are all in a cute little bag which I'm sure is very cute looking there on the table in the kitchen where I forgot it. Oops. Cute little next time.

Sale day tomorrow at work. If you never hear from me again, I likely will have spontaneously combusted, which is convenient for sweeping up my ashes and spreading them ANYWHERE BUT SAVERS. That's all I ask, don't leave a trace of my immortal remains in that place. I will know and I will be very cross.