I’ve been home on spring break and, yes, I’ve resorted to torturing our cats for my own amusements.

It has been a very quiet trip…

In the mornings I’ve taken to eating breakfast and blogging while my mom putters around the kitchen and leers over my shoulder saying things like, “What are you doing?” and “Is that a website?” After which we’ve spent the afternoons shopping or eating, but usually both. And nights have been spent at home, watching the History Channel and Vampire Diaries with my dad, which is just as geeky and odd as it sounds.

Florida is a very bizarre place to be on SPRING BREAK!! and not actually experience anything that is remotely like spring break. My parents, who are usually good for a nice bottle of wine or some very exotic whiskey, are inexplicably without booze and I don’t have the heart to beg for them to go buy some, like an alcoholic. And while driving around my sleepy beach town I have seen many a hot chick in bikini, however I myself have not been one of those hot chicks.

What gives? Well, as I mentioned in an earlier post, most of my friends are not in college anymore, so I have no one to really break free from the madness of spring semester with. Though I did meet up with some high school friends for dinner, and we experienced delicious Cuban food and sangria coupled with conversations about our jobs and relationships… all very grown up things. That was nice, and I enjoyed it, and I felt like the kid at the grown up table and in a way that almost felt rewarding.

I’m not bored, I’ve always liked my alone time and being back home where I can smell the ocean in my backyard. But I feel quite badly for our family’s four cats, who I really have been torturing with kisses, and belly rubs, and picking them up to cradle them like babies.

Poor kitties.