Disembodied Heads Make a Nice Gift

My mom and aunt Linda are here! A bit 'o fun has been had already, but mostly its good that a.linda's visa has been taken care of which is great. The inconvenience of that venture didn't allow us to go to Stanley Market today as planned, but I showed the girls around campus and we had a lovely lunch at Cafe Panash in Westwood (I highly recommend it HK folks). Big excitement in store for tonight.

The title? Miranda and I are quality sometimes. An AIM convo we had today for no reason at all:
Miranda: so how are you?
Abby: good. my mom is here
Miranda: is she doing crazy mom things like... i don't know. telling you to wash behind your ears?
Abby: er no. but she did ask if i had been inside the library.
Abby: foolish woman
Miranda: they have libraries in hong kong? i was under the impression that it was all bars and dorm rooms. and the occasional classroom and ocean.
Abby: yeah i was shocked, but when i looked where she was pointing, there was this big sign that said 'mail library building'. right there above the starbucks!
Abby: who knew?
Miranda: i had no idea. every time i've been to hong kong i've just spent my time drinking coffee. i don't really need a library. then again, my trips to hong kong are typically to further my business enterprises.
Miranda: and by business enterprises i mean Slave Trade.
Abby: yeah, i remember you tried to get into the prostitution biz here, but the phillipinos have a monopoly
Miranda: yeah man. but slave trade is more profitable. unfortunately, since i was unable to break in to the hong kong prostitution biz, i can not claim that the oscar-winning "It's Hard Out Here For A Pimp" was actually based on my life.
Abby: i think everyone recognizes your financial backing for the bribery of the academy though.
Miranda: Well... yeah. I'm a very powerful woman in the underground culture, and don't you forget it.
Abby: I never forget it. mostly because you routinely have disembodied heads left on my doorstep.
Miranda: Hey, that was just that one time! And my delivery guy screwed it up! Someone else ended up with your fruit basket. Am I never going to hear the end of this?
Abby: it was traumatic. no one likes to recieve bloody baskets full of heads on Easter.
Miranda: You could have just given it to your sister. I hear she enjoys unnecessary unpleasantness.
Abby: i thought about it, but our parents gave her a bucket of ears and noses for christmas, so it seemed unoriginal.
Miranda: hmm I see I see. I couldn't really give it to my sister. She only likes the heads she's chopped off herself. She has a display in her room. Somedays I think it may have been a mistake to buy her a machete instead of anger management classes.
Abby: perhaps, but think of the fun she's had with that machete. I wouldn't trade her happiness in that toy for anything.
Miranda: You're right. Above all, I really just want my sister to be happy. And if her happiness requires a few heads to roll, then so be it.
Abby: i have no respect for you. that was the worst joke ever.
Miranda: it's 2 am here honey. and i didn't nap today, so i'm going on like 4 hours of sleep. i got up today at 7:20 and i've taken two tests. I'm sorry my comedy isn't as flawless as it usually is.
Abby: fine forgiven. once.

More news and excitement later folks!
Abby