Back in the Fray
We made it back from OK City. Bryan’s birthday was a big hit. (He’s four now.) We went to one of those arcades/go-kart tracks/pizza buffets. I played a drumming video game and so totally sucked at it. I have never felt so white. We earned almost 1,000 tickets, which somehow turned into almost 4,000 when they tallied them up at the counter (I still want to know how we pulled that trick, because I want a lava lamp).
Explosions in the Sky CDs are meant to be played loud. Janelle didn’t want to put one in while she was driving for fear that it would put her to sleep. When I started driving, I put one in, but because it was playing softly, it very nearly did put me to sleep.
When we got back, Franny was not happy to see us and gave us the cold shoulder for a while. Either she or Zoey jumped up on a bookshelf and knocked everything off of the top of it. Tilly’s still malnourished, and doesn’t like her back scratched too hard (she bit me!).
Man oh man, I’m tired. I’m off. Just checking in. Good night.