Friday, September 03, 2004

Monsoon Weekend

Did I mention that it's monsoon season in AZ? Yep. They're like little dusty tornadoes. This is why I like to come to AZ in normal times, like March and November.

The swimming pool and my stepmother's Cadillac, which we're driving while we're here, are nice. My dad is OK, but I've seen him better. We watched the U.S. Open ALL DAY LONG. Eventually he said, "Hey, if there's anything you guys want to see..." I bet you think that ended with a "...just let me know." No, it ended with a "...there's a TV in the back bedroom." In other words, don't mess with my TV, I just had open-heart surgery. Stepmother says I'm supposed to get him to do his lung machine and walk 4 times a day. I don't know if she's ever noticed that he never, ever listens to me. And not just because he's deaf as a doornail. He's a bit stubborn and a bit authoritarian, so unless you're dishing him up some ice cream, don't even bother talking.

Confidential to Erin: We could sure use some cookies - will you come and make us some?


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