Oh, FFS. Mom and Dad both just came down, wanting to chat. Specifically, wanting to know who this friend I went for a walk with the other night was. "A girlfriend, a guy friend...?" No. Just. A. *Friend*.
But as I was saying, the tail thing will probably continue for however long it takes for me to just see it as a normal thing that I can do purely depending on whether I want to or not.
At any rate though, I should probably leave. There'll probably be at least two hours worth of dishes there (unless they've had somebody working on them, but if they're calling me in, chances are they don't), and I don't want to be there past 1 if I don't have to be. Erf~