I got home around 7:35.  Within 10 minutes of stepping in the door I already had my first load of laundry in the wash, and had settled myself into our cushy couch to stuff my face with a home made taco while watching a family movie.  Oh and the bird was on my head.  We let Sam out of his cage every now and then to stretch his wings.  He always ends up on one of our heads.  It was one of those surreal moments you look around and realize you are living. 

When I drove up Erin was positioning herself on the side of the house to scare me.  Didn't work.  She came out the front door, which meant the side door, where I back my car to, was locked.  My family has a weird habit of keeping the doors locked at ALL times.  (We often lock each other out of the house just for stepping out for a minute or two).  Anyways I was tired, so I let out a loud knock.  My dad answered.  My mom was at the stove cooking.  The bird was on her head.  She said that at the exact moment I knocked, the bird landed on her head.  She screamed.  I can imagine the horror.  Strange noise, claws in your head. 

So I'm home for spring break.  Don't know what exactly will happen.  I may stay the whole time, or not.  I do have to fast from something this week.  It's supposed to be 2 days of talking.  But my family just won't understand that.  I hardly get to see them.  I may switch it with my 6 days off the computer week.  I'll feel disconnected.  From all of you.  But not my family.  I guess that's more important for now.  I still haven't decided.