The Wife and I had my parents over for dinner last night, which is always pretty fun. I mean that in the most non-sarcastic way too- I actually really love my parents, and they are absolutely hilarious sometimes. Sure, they make a point of walking around my house and nitpicking certain things that I should be doing (those tree limbs are getting WAY to close to your roof- you should take a chainsaw and spend at least 38 hours of back breaking labor trimming those back- no, why should it matter that you were recently involved in a accident involving heights and the closest limb is about 25 ft high?), but all and all it was a fun evening. The funny stuff happened after dinner- we had moved to the living room to have an after-dinner drink or two before they made their way home. After we had watched the news for a little bit, I switched the channel over to South Park, which my mom absolutely hates. This was unacceptable to drunken me (my dad and I had killed two bottle of wine by this point and had moved to bourbon), so I made it my goal to convert her by having her focus the NOT evil things about the show, particularly the sweet and innocent character Butters. If yall watched last night, it was the Raisins/Goth episode where Butters falls in love with the little Raisins Girl and has his heart broken. I actually think my mom was starting to come around at the end (aaaawwww, look at the little poof ball on his head, he's adorable!)- that is until the goth kids asked him to join their group. He gave a little speech, which just completely endeared him to my mom and The Wife... "Well yeah, and I'm sad, but at the same time I'm really happy that something could make me feel that sad. It's like, it makes me feel alive, you know? It makes me feel human. And the only way I could feel this sad now is if I felt somethin' really good before. So I have to take the bad with the good, so I guess what I'm feelin' is like a, beautiful sadness. I guess that sounds stupid..." ... Until he got to this part: "Well, thanks for offering to let me in your clique, guys, but, to be honest, I'd rather be a crying little pussy than a faggy Goth kid" My mom got my dad and left at that point. Oh well, I still love Butters. Anyway, so now I'm hungover this morning, but I plan on going down the river with my wife and staying the night at the swamp camp if the weather holds out tonight. I wanted her to get a chance to stay there before the baby comes (which is really really close), as she's never spent the night there and I think she's have a lot of fun doing that. Also, everyone's first night there, they get an alligator thrown in bed with them, so I kinda have to do it before the baby comes too, you know. Oh, and don't try to move any of that religious thread into this one. Assholes.