Sorry it's been so long since my last update. I've been busy sleeping, eating, and getting bicep-straining heavy. The parents seem pretty easy to pleas. For instance, today I grabbed a ring and held on. To see Mom and Dad you'd think I'd devised a proof to Fermat's last theorem. The rubes.

Yesterday the 'rents decided to attempt to bend space-time, trying to pick up Dad, park the car, hit a reception on the Hill to show me off, head back to the car, drive to a babysitters, drop me off, and drive across town for dinner. All in the span of an hour in a half. They pulled it off, but not without Mom hurling a few unprintables Dad's way. His suggestion for her "relax," and to "look outside the car and see how many different license plates you can find" went over like a three-day old diaper. Sometimes he thinks the distraction trick works for her like it does for me...ahhh, a cieling fan.