Should I be embarrassed to know so much about the names of commonly used recreational drugs?
We got home in the wee hours. Well, Lon and Lis and Glen and I. You know, the "adults." We walked into the kitchen to discover that Greta, who is obviously in her middle-school years, had TP'ed the house. As in decorated with shredded rolls of toilet paper. Approximately eight rolls of toilet paper.
Oh Greta. No longer are you Greta The Good. Now you are Greta The In The Doghouse.
She didn't seem in the least bit ashamed and we asked Buster and Dolly why they had allowed such behavior and they were mystified as to why she had done it and had no excuses either.
They plead blindness.
No one was punished.
We got to bed around two-thirty which is not a bedtime for me but I slept well and woke up to rain, rain, rain. The weather report was not good. For all hours of the day and night it goes like, "Rain with thunderstorms likely. Some thunderstorms may be severe with gusty winds."
Here's what the radar looked like:
The family will still probably come together and that'll be good. It won't be like usual-times but it'll be what it'll be.
This is a very strange day and I feel like my skin has been taken off and rubbed raw and put back back on but it doesn't really fit right now and it's just a very, very strange day in Lloyd, two days before Thanksgiving, 2013.