protection matters.

Since I've been such a jerk to my parents, I was forced to drive my father to Mankato today so we could "bond and Christmas shop, yay!" Good idea, mom. He kept wandering off, and then yelling at me when I found him. But I did get my mom's present and buy myself the Twilight soundtrack, which is really awesome. My dad bought my mom some shiny bling, and he bought himself some mixed nuts. It was just superb.

We went out for pizza, the name something that I declare unpronounceable. It was delicious. I ate my half and my sister Kelli, who showed up when the words "I'll pay for supper" came out of my father's mouth, chatted about trivial things with us as I read the fourth Twilight.

I tried to drive home, but I was too dang tired to keep my eyes open. My dad wasn't in much better shape. So we cranked the oldies and forced ourselves to sing along. I need rest, but I got a crap-load of things to do. So I apologize for the lamest blog ever, but I am just not in the mood to be creative. Get over it.

Good night, and good luck.