It was a big weekend.
My parents found a house that they really like and are putting a bid on it. Of course it currently belongs to the crazy aunt of the guy I dated in high school. I want to be supportive because it is the right thing to do, they're leaving 2 story place for a ranch, where even if they can't walk anymore, they'll be able to get around. But they're selling my house. My whole life happened there, at least the first 21 years.

I finally signed up for the hockey class I've been talking about taking for almost 2 years. It starts at 8:15 am on the 23rd, I can't wait. To accompany this new endeavor, I had to get some hockey gear, which I can't wait to use.

In preparation for my parent's arrival, I got my car washed. Usually, I put this off because then I sit there analyzing every inch of the car and being pissed because it's not perfect. But this time they really did a shitty job so I'm fuming but will go back today and take advantage of their 24 hour guarantee. Fuckers.