10:33am – So tired. Got to the hotel by 2am last night. Of course, when we said we would be sleeping in, Mom took that to mean that 7:00 was more than acceptable as a wake-up call.
Hearing deficiencies abound in this family.
Mom: He already has Tiff with him.
Dad: Limping? Why is she limping?
Mom: Who’s limping? What are you talking about?
Stacey and I are somewhat concerned with the level of deficiency and dysfunction that the next 10 years will bring. People not sleeping, not hearing, saying the wrong words in general conversation, and dare I mention the constantly changing technology that will surely drive them insane before they naturally get there.
8:43pm -- Drinking and talking at Grandma's old house, which is now Uncle Robert and Aunt Tammie's house. Tiff just told us the most hilarious story of the day. My uncle, who is the former police captain of this town (Dover, OH), called the police on a few kids yesterday.
The crime? Projectile-throwing twinkies and muffins at the house. Yes, people, these are the crimes of Dover, OH.
Apparently, it all began two days ago when Uncle Robert raked the leaves of the next-door neighbor's yard and some kids from down the street jumped in the piles and messed them up. He asked the kids to stop and explained why they were wrong to mess up his hard work, which I'm sure made these middle-schoolers quite peeved. So yesterday, the kids were walking by the house and saw Robert and Tiff inside. Hearing a "thunk" against the side of the house, my uncle ran out to yell at kids for throwing snowballs. Two of the three kids ran away, but the third was quite portly and therefore couldn't make it. After several minutes of grilling the fat kid, the kid was crying and Robert called the police.
Robert: Why were you throwing snowballs at the house?
Kid: We weren't throwing snowballs, I swear!
Robert: What were you throwing?
Kid: Twinkies and muffins, that's all.
In fact, as this exchange was occurring, the kid was stuffing his crying face with twinkies from his bakery bag. The kid's mom got there with the other two and the cops, and this 45-minute affair made the city paper in the crime section. Were the twinkies mentioned? No, but I think we'll all remember the dangers of over-processed pastries.
10:33pm -- Playing Mad Gab. No description needed beyond the video posted here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MXa8oqVW8jA
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