Brown and fuzzy

Well, today I was planning to sleep in. I did manage to catch more sleep than I did average, but I got woken up for a stupid reason. My aunt (by marriage - meaning she married my uncle) phoned me (the phone wouldn't shut up, so after a min or so I had to get out of bed, darnit, and pick it up) to ask if I wanted to go to Belgium, and be a sort of au-pair cum maid for a widowed guy and his 10 year old son.

My brain woke up enough to counterattack and I asked her how to, when I have the teaching practice to do she knows about well enough. She said I can go after that. Well, after that I still have my bloody classes to worry about and of course another exam I have to study for, and I'm pretty sure that I can't fly back every morning to the library and the teacher I have to consult with.

There went my sleep. After that I had to go, get myself the best anti-birthday party ever. Still, when I left, I saw something I don't see every day.
An owl was sitting on the tree in our garden. He was cute, brown and fuzzy. If he were just a bit closer, I would have run back up and brought a ladder to cuddle him up. But he was too far up. Too bad. Well, I talked him of how nice to meet him, then dashed off to my grandparents...

Well, they are as much of a strange bunch as ever. I wouldn't call them unfriendly, just... they would be better off with a granddaughter without much brain, a perfect body and a deep passion for magazines that only talk about oh so well known hungarian stars. Instead they got a granddaughter who has brains (even if I don't use it much nowadays), no comment about my body, and I don't even know who my grandmother is talking about who is having a baby or having breast implans or whatever the hell. I just don't care. Period.

Well, this year I actually managed to not to accept gifts. My grandmother loves to give me her old blouses made out of materials I'm allergic to (polywhatever), they are in hideous colors and they are tight in places... I'm bigger. (Meaning I have a bigger breast size than her.) Not to mention they look horrible. Anyway, this year I finally dared to refuse them, and guess what? I'm still alive. At least I don't have to use them as nightgowns in winter.

Anyway, I managed to get away, and met the owl again. He just left a few minutes ago to hunt in the dark. I really hope that I'll meet the guy again. he was so cute and cuddly.