<p>Yeahhhhh, what shee shaid...I've had a few, rorosen, and as they say, it's Happy Hour somewherz. I believe, it's ALWAYS Happy Hour in Sinner's Alley! :) </p>
<p>I began my stroll down Booze Breath Lane at 12:01 a.m. this morning. I and my four-legged friends, the exhausted marmots, who dug their little hearts out forging a tunnel all the way to Toledo only to find that FedEx had shipped SluggJr's bike off to God Knows Where.</p>
<p>Evidently, SluggJr is on some sort of cosmic <em>wheel</em> probation, as in not allowed to be near any mode of transportation involving wheels. I think, his Little Tikes garden tractor might still be in the garage, buried under PrincessSlugg's dorm crappola, a technical term meaning, "crap for the dorm." That pile of crappola represents a summer's worth of my life spent obsessing over foam mattresses, mini-fridges, and wastebaskets. Now that she's in her own <em>big girl</em> apartment, most of her dorm crappola landed back here. Well, we sort of took it back...assuming that SluggJr would go to college, someday. Hahahahaha! :D It's kind of cute how we assumed that a year and a half ago. </p>
<p>But, those lovable marmots came through, even though Davis has the latest start date of all the UC's. September freakin' 28th! I feel like Nancy Kerrigan after Tonya Harding clubbed her knee...Why?! Why, can't Davis start any earlier?! Well, we get to move him in a few days before, around the 24th. </p>
<p>It's going to be a long summer of this...</p>
<p>SluggJr: HEY, have you seen my really good necklaces that I left on the kitchen table? (Accusingly...) They were there this morning.</p>
<p>Me: Last time I looked, they were on the table where you left them.</p>
<p>SluggJr: Oh, are they still there?...(surprised that I did not smuggle them out of the house this morning and donate them to the Salvation Army).</p>
<p>Me: I don't know. Why don't you go look? (Oh, and while you're at it...BITE ME!) :D</p>