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Here is one of the many things I love about my mother:

I can call her and tell her bluntly that I am only calling her to put off reading Madame Bovary, and instead of telling me that I really should do my homework, she will say, "Oh, is it boring?  I've never read it.  Tell me what it's about."  And then she will proceed to talk to me for an hour about random things.

My birthday was awesome!  I got eight new tops, plus a pound of See's candy!  And after dinner we watched High School Musical 2 on TiVo and made fun of it together.  It was a good night. (pictures coming, possibly)

In other news, my Lit professor is made of awesome!  He appreciates Madame Bovary, but he also isn't afraid to make fun of some of the duller aspects of it.  Like in the first chapter there's a whole paragraph describing this kid's cap, and my prof goes, "This is possibly the most boring paragraph in literature."  And then, later, when Charles's first wife is killed of in two sentences, he says, "This is from the same guy who spent a whole paragraph on a cap.  Well, she's out of the way!  Now we can proceed!"

I also felt really good about myself when we were talking about later 19th century literature written about women who become unhappy in their marriages (and in almost all of them end up having affairs) and I'd read three of the works, including the one's he said were the two most important (Anna Karenina and A Doll's House).


Quote of the Day: "A woman starts thinking about her wedding when she's four or five.  A man doesn't start thinking about his wedding until the night before, and he's not thinking about the wedding!" ~ Dr. McKinney