Not much to say lately. There's nothing going on worth telling about. I think I've come down with a case of writer's block. Oh, wait- mom and dad have been talking excitedly about the new Trader Joe's that just opened up down the road.
I think they're going to go today to check it out. Their (probably more dad than mom) enthusiasm for this momentous occasion is matched only by their reaction over the arrival of the new phone books. Seems someone needs a life if you ask me.
Lately, they've taken to going to the local Whole Foods, usually on Saturdays, and dad's excitement at the thought of sampling cheeses, guacamole, and other interesting-sounding things they have displayed throughout the store is on a level with when he got a raise. Or had his first child. Or won the lottery. Okay, the lottery thing I made up.
I can tell he's bubbling over with excitement, hoping that Trader Joe's will have similar offerings. Pretty pathetic, huh?
This, mind you, from someone whose idea of exciting is licking his own butt, getting up and turning around two or three times, and laying back down in the exact same position he was in previously and falling back to sleep. (I'm talking about me, not dad, in case it sounded confusing)