Like a blank trying to screw a blank...

I think those blanks are filled by monkey and football respectively.

And now, The Clark Kent effect.

I wear glasses. Stewart wears glasses. Caitlin wears glasses. Tara has them but doesn't wear them. Matthew has them for reading. A lot of people have glasses, and I'm starting to think it affects out personalities.

First time I noticed it was with Stewart, who takes of his glasses every time we mess around. The best way to explain the transformation is, "Mild-mannered phone salesman by day, vicious animal by night." Without fail, it is removing the glasses that changes the attitude every time.

I was thinking about my glasses wearing habits. Glasses equal sober, comfortable and not on the prowl. When I wear my contacts, it's usually to go out drinking when there are men folk involved (I haven't put in my contacts to go out in about 7 weeks now. Funny how things change.)

And we have Matthew, who actually takes off his reading glasses to scream. Matthew, who will inevitably deny this behavior. But I know you do it, and now you'll be concious of it too.

If Tara has on her glasses, it means she's not going anywhere. Or is extremely hung over (i.e. the only time I've seen her wear them out of the house was the day after her birthday when we went to McDonald's)


So, which is the real deal on this? Quiet, sober, polite? Or raucous, rough, crazy?

Normally I don't make fun of bald guys, but you just drank 2 cups of tea, so I think you're safe.

I brought Stewart to meet the easterners. We had a good time. There was minimal awkwardness and everyone seems to get along well. Tara even screamed at me in the bathroom that I should marry him because she likes him...but apparently, she didn't even remember going back to Cheerleaders.

I'm fairly certain I saved my camera from another upshot of Scott's nostrils and Mike wasn't around long enough to say anything to my face...although he screamed some stuff about 4 feet behind me.I wanted to be like this isn't the rebound, you were the warm up.

We played whist with brothers Gangi and David. Taught Stewart to play. He caught on very fast and even made one of those "oh, you thought you won" faces. Fit in pretty well.

And most importantly, I saw Boucher. Amazing time. She is hysterical.