Just returned from our trip to Minnesota, where we had a terrific visit with my parents and grandparents and brother Zach. (Never again will we drive 1500-odd miles across the prairies.) I was pleased to find that the hamsters didn't maul each other in our absence. I was half-expecting to see a cageful of gore and a traumatized but victorious hamster huddling in the corner. But no, they got along so well that they've worked out some new trapeze-style acts on their wheel.
Had a lively debate over the guilt/innocence of Michael Jackson, and Richard is now watching some Michael Jackson videos with a nostalgic look on his face. Ah, the days of innocence - when Michael Jackson was just a creepy freak, instead of a freaky creep. I'll admit that I still have a Michael Jackson doll (complete with one white sparkly glove) and a set of 3-D Thriller Viewmaster slides, but that doesn't mean I support him. Sooner or later the dude has got to realize that you can't act like a coked-out perv 24-7 without being treated like one every now and then.
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It's only 1100 miles. I've told you a million times not to exaggerate! Mom
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