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The date has been set for my winter vacation/cruise/sister-in-law's mom's re-marriage. (She now has one up on my biological mother, this being her family-record fourth husband.  Fifth, if you count that she divorced and then re-married the same guy once.)  We're going the week after my niece's third birthday; coincidentally, this is the same day as her cousin's (mom's sister's son's) fourth birthday. 

Yeah, their whole side of the family is screwed for valentine's day.

So, I'm relieved and excited about this, because for the last few days it has seemed likely that my participation would be nixed.  The previous tentative date was during a much more expensive travel window.  I am sad to admit that, costs for the trip being higher than expected, I will be sharing a cabin with my Mom (as some of you may remember, the last time I went on a cruise with her we didn't speak for a day and a half of it).  This seems like an incredibly bad idea, but then not going at all seems like a far worse one.  I really need a vacation.

Also, I started reading a very light book about the 101 most influential "People Who Never Lived".  Buffy made the list, as did characters from mythology, literature, folk tales, children's stories, and theatre among other catagories.  Go team Buffy!  I haven't gotten to that entry yet, but if it's worth it I will brief you all on the contents.  Evidently the phrase 'People Who Never Lived' is used to indicate that while some are fictional, others are aggrandized legends based on historical figures, and therefore they are not entirely fictional, despite the fact that the widely known stories about them that influence our lives aren't themselves true.  King Arthur, for example. *ducks the virtual rotten tomatoes some people just threw at me*