Mapquest says 80 miles, so shortly over an hour if you drive anything like everyone else on the roads around here. Well worth it, I assure you!
Okay, so far I have the two WeirdNorth kids, a couple of random Canadian kids, the young Mr. Doors and the wee mudgirl.
I shall come prepared.
I’m runnning very low on the cheesy plastic helmets, but I have plenty of stickers and tattoos and stuff like that.
Does that mean I don’t get my very own plastic helmet? From the smell in here, I think I deserve it. I think I just burned out the motor on my vacuum. No, really, it’s ok. I’m just having a houseful of people tomorrow, I don’t need to clean.
We’re not sure we can make it. Unfortunely, our budget is squeezed pretty tightly, so if we get money today, Aaron and I can come. But don’t plan around us.
Robin
Bah. We won’t look at your carpets!
Oh sure, big talk until you’ve got a half a beer in ya.
I have eight kiddie helmets. If you cry, maybe one of the kids will let you have one.
I do have lots of tattoos. Plenty for everyone.
I also have funky green pencils - when you hold them in your hot lil’ hand, they turn yellow. They have cool firehouse eraser tops on them.
Do I need to bring Kahlua?
I also have some assorted beer. I rarely drink the stuff. I’ll bring it just in case. Some ale, some Corona and whatever else I find in the beer fridge.
Perhaps the motor, but if it’s got a beater bar, there’s a plastic toy or something else stuck up in there and the drive belt has gone el smokeo et stinnko.
Dave just replaced the belt. Like, ten minutes before I vacuumed.
I just made Schwetty Balls.
Stupid work…grumble, grumble…in only 10 hours we could have been there…stupid work.
Have a beer (or two) for me. I would have made devilled eggs, too.
That would have made you Mr. Norinew’s favourite person in the whole world. BLOW OFF WORK!
Damn. I’d replace the vacuum cleaner belt for any cute lady who made my balls schwetty. An incentive, indeed. 
I actually made him replace the brush head. One of the thingies was broken. Hooray for an Oreck store not far from here!
What are Schwetty Balls?
There a running gag on Saturday Night Live when hosted by Alec Baldwin. What the actual recipe is, I don’t know.
“Go ahead. My balls are here for your pleasure.”
MY Schwetty balls are Oreo truffles.
After a half of a beer, I won’t care about your carpets!
Oreos? So your Shwetty balls contain white, creamy filling?
Nope. It’s a ridiculously easy recipe which includes ground oreo cookies and cream cheese, enrobed in white chocolate coating.
PS: Totally not going to fall for your typical mien. And no, I don’t want to see your Willie or your Kosher sausage or your tentacle or your Woody.