The board isn’t supposed to be up, it’s supposed to be down. So as long as Jerry’s still in bed this fine Saturday morning, and assuming that as soon as he hauls himself out it’ll be down and I won’t have another chance to say anything…
Anyway, we’ll be back in three weeks. Duty visit to the Better Half’s family in Michigan 
, Niagara Falls 
, visit to MY family in Pittsburgh
The “I think” part is that The Cat Who Walks Alone having just gotten hired at McD’s, starting work on Monday, and me not being willing to go off for 3 weeks and leave her with the Hot Hot Hot Boyfriend and the Brand New Job and the Family Car, she’s supposed to be lining up a place to bunk in with somebody from church. So I told her, “If it gets to be Monday at noon and Daddy’s got the trailer all hitched up and ready to go, and you don’t have some definite plans concerning whose couch you’ll be sleeping on for the next 3 weeks–then Mommy will stay home with you and Daddy can take La Principessa and Bonzo to see Niagara Falls.”
So she’s got that hanging over her head, I think she’ll come through. Wouldn’t you? 
And I certainly hope the server doesn’t self-destruct before I get back. Jerry, don’t OD the hamsters on the meth, their little systems can’t handle it.
Get some bigger rodents instead. Capybaras?
Where in Michigan? Wanna do lunch? There’s LOTS of ultra-mega-cool Dopers in Michigan. And we all think you’re cool.
And don’t come in here and yell at me about not trusting my daughter–I trust her just fine, it’s the rest of the world I don’t trust.
Besides, she’s only 16. It doesn’t look right, IMO, to go off to Niagara Falls for 3 weeks and leave a 16 with the house and the dog and the family car and a new job.
When she comes home on Day #3 after having had her butt chewed by the manager, she shouldn’t have to come home to an empty house. There ought to be somebody there with a shoulder to cry on besides the BF, who with all his friends is rather contemptuous of jobs at McDonalds–“you’ll hate it”, they tell her gleefully. Of course, the only one of them who’s actually employed is the BF’s cousin, who works–for the Park District! Wooo! :rolleyes:
Okay. Bye.
Ah, simulpost! Good morning!
Nah, we’ll be up on the Thumb, with the trailer parked in somebody’s back lot, spending a week “socializing”, which means driving around the Thumb greeting aunts and cousins, etc.
I only have to do it once a year, and some of them are pretty cool people. But the others…
Anyway, I can’t imagine how to explain that I can’t go to the nursing home to see Aunt Whosis because I have to meet a virtual Internet buddy for coffee in Flint or wherever.
Grandma has a computer–she uses it to play Freecell. “Internet?”
The Thumb? Hell, you’re driving right past me. Ah well, wave when ya go by!