The weekend was pretty good, we didn’t do much exciting. Erin had a meeting Saturday afternoon, so William and I went shopping for a Christmas present for Julia. The toys they have out there are incredible. I remember when a kids spy kit consisted of a notepad and a magnifying glass. Not night vision glasses and laser tripwires.

As we were walking into the store, the city police had a “safe driving” type display set up. They gave William a temporary tattoo, and they gave me a pamphlet titled “Drive safe after 55″ or something (complete with pictures of cottontops smiling) Fortunately the officer told me that she didn’t really think I was 55, it’s just that they only had one kind of pamphlet. No, we weren’t shopping at the Rascal Scooter store.

We got the laptop back from the shop, so Erin and I had a few emails to go through — it wouldn’t surprise me if I accidentally deleted some in the process, so if you sent me some and didn’t get a response, there’s a good chance it never got read.

Oh, and how lazy do you have to be? The next innovation in that line will be something where you press a button and it makes a snowball and throws it for you. Sheesh.

Simpson’s quote of the day: “You rotten liver pot! If I ever get a hold of you, I’ll sink my teeth into your cheek and rip your face off!” - Moe