Can I call you Dad?

Luckily our insurance is covering the lightning fiasco but not sure how much they are shelling out yet. We are still awaiting the check so Sky must endure his green TV for now but we have been able to get Mau back on the information highway thanks to FunkyB’s magical ways and he got a little sumthin’ sumthin’ for me too, which I absolutely love!

FunkyB’s dad was in town so we met up with them tonight to grab a bite to eat and watch the Bengals’ first pre-season game at Buffalo Wild Wings. His dad picked up the entire bill, which included a significant amount of beer. One question: can we replace Mau’s mom with FunkyB’s dad? Well, I had to try.

The Bengals lost by one point. I am still scratching my head over the missed field goal attempt. It was in Detroit in a freakin’ dome for crying out loud. No wind, no excessive heat, no rain, best kicker in NFL? I don’t get it! Oh well, at least it didn’t count.

It's been over 90 degrees for 11 days now. Seems to me that Inga went back to Portland 11 days ago...sounds rather fishy to me. That's it, it's Inga's fault. Her and her Oregonian-needing-a-coat-at-a-summer-soccer-game self! He he. It's been 86 at midnight here, resulting in me sitting in a kiddie pool in the dark. Thankfully we have those waterpark passes because we have used them a lot this week.