Family Night Sucks

Last night was the first official Family Night since . . . well, it's been a long time. It started out interestingly enough: Joe was on the phone with his girlfriend (who called from Hawaii), and my Dad made him cut the call short so we could leave. Joe was understandably angry and refused to speak to anyone for the duration of Family Night. We all got in the van and my Dad began telling us about our plans for the night and the fact that every Monday night at 8 PM will be reserved for Family Night. He should have been looking behind him, because he backed into a parked trailer. Everyone started yelling, and my Mom and Dad jumped out to check the damage. The collision only resulted in a small scratch, but our new neighbors witnessed the whole accident. We haven't even met them yet, and now they'll probably hide from us. We drove down the street, my Dad trying to apologize to my brother, my brother ignoring him, and my Mom attempting to defend my Dad. I remained silent and wished that I could be somewhere else. We pulled into a shopping center and my Dad said, "so, who wants ice cream?" No one wanted any. That started a debate on why we even decided to leave the house in the first place. Ahhhh . . . Family Night.

Warning! All prosecutors will be violated!

The landscaping company began working on our yard today. They've been moving dirt, planting trees, arranging rocks, and the yard is looking quite nice so far. All of the workers are Mexicans, and early this morning my Dad bought them all Starbucks coffee and Krispy Cream donuts. I wish I could be as nice as my Dad. They had to take down a section of our fence so that they could move a Bobcat into the backyard. Earlier this evening my Mom took the dogs out to pee, and after Spanky did her business, she bolted out of the gap in the fence (Spanky, not my Mom). My Mom ran inside screaming, "Spanky ran away! Go get her!" I raced outside and saw Spanky a few houses away sniffing at a dumpster. I called her and she came (I'm still amazed that she obeyed me . . . that has to be the first time ever).