How to make a glass stick to your stomach

Julie's gone for the weekend and left me in charge. I start my job on Monday, and the kids are re-enrolling in day care. It's going to be hectic, and I'd be almost positive that she planned this trip to Washington (state) to be as far away from the ruckus as possible, except that she says it was planned way in advance of these events.

The toe is better, and we've spent the last couple days out and about. I was listening to ESPN radio in the car this morning and Evie said, "Daddy, they're talking about the Yankees getting swept. Why did the Yankees get swept?". That's a question I can't answer Evie. I'd like to know myself. She tries hard to be a baseball fan, but she has a long way to go. She also regularly claims she's a fan of the Red Sox AND the Yankees, trying to play a diplomatic role between her daddy and her Aunt/Grammie Slack. I haven't yet tried to explain to her that saying something like that repeatedly will upset the balance of the universe.

Jed and I attended a St. Lawrence University alumni event on Weds night in Burlington. All in all, not too bad, though probably 90% of the people there graduated in 2004-2006, and weren't even in high school when I graduated SLU. There were a total of 3 other people who had graduated in the 90's or early, but one of them was a guy Jon that I knew from school. He gave me the best info of the week, which was that my boy Tater, who also graduated with us, has found himself on YouTube. His claim to fame is using common household staples like toothpaste and matches to stick a drinking glass to his belly. Nice work Tater, you're famous, I can't believe you haven't burned yourself yet.