My parents are funny. It's true. Apparantly, not being able to find your favorite pencil is cause for a mental breakdown... but having a pseudo-child missing is no cause for alarm. Not having the right kind of orange juice available at the grocery store is a national disaster... but having two heart attacks is no reason to get worked up. Maybe this is why I'm so worried about them coming down for my graduation. Are they going to be in breakdown/disaster mode? Or calm/no biggie mode? I just don't know. Is a graduation more like orange juice or a heart attack? Is a road trip like a missing pencil or missing child? I just don't know. I just hope there won't be any blue jays around... they're vicious, you know...