Today I am not nearly as energetic as I was yesterday. I walked the dogs, dropped Rob at work, went to my parents’ for a few minutes. My mom is watching my brothers’ boys (since they live in the adjacent house). I walked in and there was some kind of bizarre child-sized Bacchanalia going on – the two boys in their underpants, playing Wii and eating cereal, one of their dogs chewing on a tube of my sister-in-law’s anti-wrinkle eye cream, the other one quite unwillingly wearing a Halloween costume.

My childhood was never that much fun.

They were very happy to see me, because they wanted to discuss the fact that their dog, Mater (Named after the towtruck in “Cars”, not because he mates all that often) had brothers and sisters when he was little. Then they asked me if MY dogs had any more brothers and sisters. I showed them the pictures on my flickr stream of the boys when they were puppies, with their mom and siblings. The second we were done, the oldest said “Okay, I think you should go home now. Doozer and Sprocket probably miss you. BYE!”
I asked if I could just go visit with Grandmaman and he said “NO! Doozer is probably crying for you!”.

Very convincing.