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Mom: "Good news! Aunt Annie's coming over at noon tomorrow to keep us company when we take you up for your flight!"

Me: "Um... my flight leaves at noon. So I need to be at the airport at ten, so we should leave here at nine..."

Mom: "Oh! Right. I'll call her back. Hi! Yep. Yep. Right. Yep. Right. His flight leaves at noon. Okay, she'll be coming over at nine-thirty, so we can leave here at ten."

Me: "Doesn't it take an hour to get up there?"

Anna: "You don't really need two hours before the flight, do you? Besides, if you leave at 9:30 it's an hour and forty five minutes."

Me: "Oh well, I guess you guys fly more often than I do. So I suppose it's fine."

Mom: "I'll call her back. Hi again! Yep. Yep. How about 8:30? Right. Right. Okay. Yep. Right."

Me: "GAAAAH, are you even listening to what I'm saying, or is there just some 'Aaron said a sentence' flag it's raising when I talk?"

Mom: *ignores me and walks off*

In other news, I think I'm ready to go home now. Glad my flight's tomorrow.

Yeeeg

I just watched Demolition Man. While waiting for my mom and sister to take care of 'a few things with the baby'. They're still not done.

Maybe I should be glad she didn't show up 'till Saturday. @.@ Aside from making everything incredibly slow, the baby is forbidden from watching television, and so since he's hypnotically attracted to it whenever it's on, the rest of us are more or less under the same restriction, except for late at night when my parents put on mystery movies, then talk through all the important parts, leaving for sections in the middle, and otherwise make the mystery part impossible to follow.