Sitting here waiting on Max to call me that he’s ready. We’re all, and I mean ALL and sundry, going camping today/tonight/tomorrow. My family and a bunch of their friends. I’m going as the voice of reason. Me. Yeah.

The plan is to fill the empty KEG waiting in my car, pack up lots of GUNS and head out to the desert.

This isn’t gonna end well.

At least all the children are farmed out to babysitters.

Casey’s birthday was last Wednesday and Max’s is tomorrow so it’s a celebratory drunken festival of fun. Max hasn’t been home for his last few birthdays so he’s ready to party. I might just record certain phrases so I don’t have to wear myself out repeating them.

  • Don’t point that gun this way!
  • Please put that shotgun further from the bonfire.
  • I’ll pass on the beer and eggs breakfast, thanks.
  • Yes Officer, we’re insured.

So, if the unforeseen (wait, I see it coming so it’s really foreseen) happens, here is my Last Will and Testament:

  • I ain’t got nuthin’ and nobody gets it. Give my crap back to Goodwill.

Wow, that was easier than I thought it would be.

PS If there’s anything on the news, could you record it for posterity?