Joke time!

Tonight randomly sprung another texting session. Emily texts me, what do you call a dog in the summer?

Does she think I'm an idiot? Well, it wouldn't be a cold dog.

Next, and I'm currently waiting on the dumb humor answer, she asks, "What lake tastes good with french fries?" To which I replied.. "no idea." But I'm guessing a Great Lake, I'll keep you informed on the answer as it comes.

So last weekend was Easter, holidays seem so mundane as I get older. Celebration of choice was meeting up with my sister Liz and her husband Matt and thier little one Kyle to eat at a buffet-style place in Freeport. Jen had to work and Emily was going to thier kids' dads place.

As we were driving up we passed two speeding blaring ambulances and cops on every road almost. Apparantly a crazy guy barged into his ex-wife's house, shot him and her current boyfriend, then went back to his house and tried, yes, tried, to shoot himself in the head. Poor guy was still alive when he was finally found.. suicide fail.
Ok that was mean. But, he tried to kill two people, who are luckily hanging on. So, he's a waste of life.

Anyways I didn't know this and didn't know details until we were eating our wonderful 5.99 all you can eat brunch. When you live in a small town, people know shit as it happens. My sister, who lives in a town of 100's, had the scanner on and kept us updated.

I guess I like living in a place where not many people know me. I keep to myself a lot and I don't know shit about many, and not many know shit about me, and I like it that way. Emily is the same. Although she lives in Monroe which is aka gossip-central, she doesn't have cable, she doesn't have a computer, she only has a cell phone, which she obviously isn't talented at answering or using properly. She likes to do ACTUAL things and play with the kids outside, play music inside, etc. Kudos to the blue haired one.

By the way the answer was the Great Salt Lake, lame.