What Time is it Where You Are?

2:15 College Station, Texas

Believe it or not after you left, there has not been too much to blog about. I decided to spare you what I learned during hours spent watching Planet Earth (did you know a blue whale's heart weighs 5 tons!), and what roads are currently closed for the never ending construction that defines transportation in college station (Highway 6 south near the rock prairie exit) .

The one speck of excitement on a horizon of mundane has been my father. As many of you know the man borders on paranoid at best. He has been trying to bribe me into taking a concealed handgun course all summer and is also the man who gave me my100,000 watt taser for my birthday, did I mention he also owns one?

The other day, in an overtake of paranoia my dad started to question the actual effectiveness of his taser and decided a performance test was necessary. Naturally the best place for such a test was the laundry room. Despite my mother's pleas of "don't be an idiot, Harry!" my dad tasered simply the TOUNGE OF HIS TENNIS SHOE. I heard a quick swear word from my father a scream from my mother and then a deffining crash (imagine dave's sound effect reindition of a refriderator falling down a mountain and landing on another car). What I walked in on was my dad laying spread eagle against a washing machine slammed halfway through the laundry room wall. Turns out the shock had sent him flying straight into the machine wich inturn had gone almost straight through the wall. My dad laid on the floor laughing for about 5 min. (I think to hide the fact that he couldn't get up). Apparently, he was unable to feel his fingers and toes for the rest of the night. My mom spent the remainder of the evening trying not to laugh and repeteldy reminding him that he was in fact, an idiot.

Dave I completely concur, we should spend as much time with our parents, "They are really interesting" but i don't know if I can say that "they always know more than we do"

katherine