Son-In-Law

Happy Thanksgiving everyone. Today I am taking the day off and enjoying the fact that I am still wearing my pajamas, while it snows outside, and Emily reads the paper.

Pancho is watching us wondering when the hell he gets to do what he wants to do. I keep telling him to lick his balls. He usually seems to enjoy that, but I guess he's bored with that for now. Fear not, my four-legged friend. We'll go for a nice, long, lazy run soon.

Last night we went to Emily's uncle for Thanksgiving. There were about 20 of us there and I enjoyed talking to everyone, but no one is as entertaining as Emily's mom. Here are some highlights:

"I think guys [men] are so retarted. There's no doubt about it."

"Who really trusts experts anymore?"

Emily's mom spends a lot of time lamenting how times have changed and how crazy it is that kids are surrounded by hi-tech toys and electronics. She also spends a lot of time at Value Village, which is like a local Goodwill. But lately, most of her engery is spent getting ready to become a first-time grandma (Emily's sister is expecting a child any day now).

So I asked Emily's mom if she feared this grandchild may be one of those kids "spoiled" by things like iPods and X-Box 360s.

She said, "Oh I don't see this kid getting spoiled by stuff from Value Village."

Little tidbits like this make me laugh.