He is. I am now sitting at an absolutely gorgeous computer desk he built for me. No more reading blogs while sitting on the damned floor of my room! I just wish I had inherited one iota of his wood-working skills. It also looks like we'll be working together this summer on the bee project, which should be freaking amazing.
Also, having one's mother and room-mate argue about methods of critical analysis in literature is a strange experience. I rarely feel that out of my league.
(sorry Bea; I don't know if this title is about maidenheads [I doubt it] but it does seem to be original)
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