Some people believe that pets & children can sense when their owners/parents (in my case, very similar) are sad. Saturday, my son Sid (aka: Satan's child) saw me chatting here and ask what was wrong. I told him, I was a little sad for 2 of my groupie friends, which in his psychotic, take over the world brain translated into " do some thing to drive my mom crazy"
So this is for DL Iowian & Disney Di, Hope you guys are feeling better.
Sunday "the old guy" left for a week long business trip in Houston. Sunday night Sid & Rizzo asked if they could order a movie on pay per view. Since school is about to start and they won't have many chances to hang out late, I said yes but whatever they ordered, lights out at 12:00 am.
This morning I awaken at 4:30 to let the dog out, go downstairs (in the dark) and promptly step on some thing small & sharp. Natural reaction would cause most people to then "hop" onto the other foot, which I did and immediately step on another sharp, small object. Well the 3rd time I go sailing across the lineolium tile floor, do some kind of bizarre triple, somersault vault over the kitchen table and end up wedged upside down between the refigerator & the pantry door with the dog looking at me as if to say "why do you think I sleep at the foot of his bed".
Naturally I do what any respectable American would do, I cut on the lights intending to do my country proud and rid it of one known terrorist and what do I find...
The floor at the base of the stairs covered with small red & green houses & hotels strategically placed all over. You know, the ones from the Monopoly game.
(What, we have no hemp rope suitable for strangulation anywhere in this house)
Upon questioning of Bealzubub, it turns out that the boys rented the movie, "SawII" and he had a nightmare. Unlike most normal human beings who wake their parents up, Sid decided to enhance our security system with his version of an early warning alarm which might not have been so bad if he had actually woke up while I was doing my triple toe lutz across the kitchen.
So I'm now at work pulling games pieces off of parts of my body that I sure Milton & Bradly had no intention of them ever seeing.
P.S. Any groupies in the Texas area, please be on the look out for a tall, bald headed, middle age Black guy. He will most likely be trying to sell his return plane ticket back to philly and trying to sneak into Mexico. Confiscate his passport and send him back East please.