Twinkle to Dibbs: In Suspense

Dibbs, I am dying to know the details of your date. I thought perhaps there'd be an update with a post-mortem by now...I'm going to consider the lack of one to be a result the fact that you were making out.

Do y'all have Skype? So my sister-in-law had her baby, which is super-exciting...tres thrilled to have a neice, and now my in-laws are out of state which makes my life ever-so-much easier. But now we are under all kinds of pressure to Skype all the time, because the grandparents want everyone to be able to see each other. I'm all for technology, but Skype is totally interfering with my intention to have an in-law-free couple of weeks. (I know it's a perfectly normal thing for grandparents to want, but a much-needed vacay from my in-laws is a perfectly normal thing for me to want).

So, Mr. Twinkle just had that knee surgery, you know. And so he's been at home, not working, hanging out, watching movies, and chatting everyone's ear off while in an Oxycontin-induced haze. And all weekend, he's been marveling at how long the weekend seems. He just cannot believe how long it seems. I know that he usually works a lot on the weekends, but he doesn't seem to realize that, when his parents don't own two nights out of the weekend (Friday and Sunday), and his dad doesn't come over on Saturday to watch the UK game, and we're not under all kinds of pressure to do sh*t for/with everyone...then yes, we do have quite a lot more time. Funny how that works! The best part is we have next weekend, too!

Lola: you might want to stop reading now.

So this is where we're supposed to say funny sh*t that we can't say anywhere else, right? Well, last night the fire trucks had to come to our house, because of a particularly rowdy and raucous activity on the sofa that caused it to scoot two feet across the floor, turning on the gas valve to the fireplace. We didn't realize the gas was on for awhile after, until I noticed a whooshing sound and we figured it out. We Googled what to do (air out the house), checked on Twinklette (whose room is just above the fireplace), and ended up calling the fire department, who ended up coming out just to be safe. Sorry if this is too graphic, but I think it's hilarious that the firemen had to come, causing all the neighbors to peep out their windows at 2 a.m., and we have no good explanation as to why. And all while Mr. Twinkle has a bum knee!

I apologize for probably causing most of you to hesitate about sitting on my sofa ever again.