started off saturday with a little bit of a hangover from the night before... to make myself feel better, i started tweaking my dad's computer. put some spyware-detection, some popup-blocking, and some memory-defragging on there. while i was doing all that stuff, my stepmom started telling me about their neighbor that had just gotten herself a savannah. for those of you that have never heard of one, they are exotic cats, a cross-breed between a bengal and an african serval. they're supposed to be like dogs; extremely playful, no special vet care required, and they get big. really big. i think it would be great to have a cat that weighed around 40 pounds. the main problem is the price (and the fact that i already have 3 cats, and with how much they shed it's more like 4 or 5), since depending what percentage serval they are (75% can start around $5k for male, $10k for female (1st and 2nd generation males are sterile)). actually, a guy who lives right down the street from me has had a running adventure with a full-blooded serval.

saturday night was a nice big family dinner. my younger sister was in from out of town, and my older sister was there as well with her new man. my grandmother was up from philly because, as my sister astutely pointed out, it was the 1st anniversary of my grandfather passing. while we were all there, my younger sister gave me my xmas/birthday present, a hand-knitted afghan. apparently it took her 5 months to do... i was just floored that she had put as much work into it as she had. pictures below: