If you do not want to go to crazy, crazy will come to you

I am back. I do not really feel the muse working today but I will give it the proverbial whirl. I was going to get into another part of last weekend but something came up. My wife invited the outlaws over for dinner tonight. On the one hand, I am pleased that I do not have to go outside to drive home at nine. Then again, any bets on when my father in law starts itching to leave? They got here at four. We have to wait until six thirty for my brother in law to show. At least, I do not have to drive him home.

I am thinking that I should start drinking now. I just overheard my mother in law trying to indoctrinate the lad into the "Cult of Oprah"! I may have to cut her off from him. She has to come up with better things to talk about. Doesn't she??!!!

They brought dessert. It is a lemon meringue pie. I do not eat lemon meringue pie. I just never liked it. The meringue could never compare to a cream like chocolate or coconut cream pie (banana cream pie is a couple notches below in my rating of pie). I guess, wait, I smell cookies. The wife must be bored, she is baking to fill the time. I will have dessert after all. Then again, let us see if my mother in law will be having dessert or will be rushed along by my father in law.

Well, that is all. It is getting dark outside, hell, it is dark. Let the craziness begin! Let the voices be heard! Let us start our anxious engines! This is my castle and in here the neurotic man is king with no usurpers of my rightful throne! Ciao!