Dad just called to let me know they got to their destination okay and were having a ball. He said he and mom got to meet his granddaughter and play with her, and they've gotten around to see some of their old stomping ground, whatever the hell that is.
They're staying with family up in Brattleboro, Vermont, where he says there are still piles of dirty snow here and there. They can keep those up there, as far as I'm concerned.
He was all excited because mom's sister gave them a gallon- that's what I said, a gallon- of pure Vermont maple syrup, something they haven't had in quite a while.
Mom's going to have to control the flow of that stuff when they get back home. Dad will likely have the whole damn thing gone in no time.
Tomorrow they'll be heading to upstate New York to visit more family.
A lady dad works with has been stopping by to take care of my needs and keep me company. I just have to figure out a way to get her to keep her damn camera out of my face.
It's probably a good thing someone's keeping an eye on me. This would be a great time to throw a kegger.
Anyway, gotta go catch up on my quiet time.