Perkins is also the reason you're going to have to get them from someone not me.

I'm in the midst of loading my daughter's new MP3 player before wrapping it. First of all a LOT of songs fit on 256MB, second this is a bizarre mix of Kids music, Christian Rock, Alternative Rock, Classic Rock, and Folk music.

Also, I don't use Konqueror that much as my web browser, but it does have nice spell checking.

Um, the experience I just had...yeah.

So my sister invited me to go out for a couple of drinks tonight. I decided to go, it's usually a train wreck, but I also usually get one of those crazy stories out of it. Tonight was no exception.

We picked up her friend J, and we went to a decent bar. They order about a dozen shots that involve hot sauce, an oyster, and vodka. I have a beer. So they are getting sauced up, and at one point her friend J decides to ask if I have any kids. I let her know that I do not.

J then proceeds to tell me that was the same for her, until recently. Apparently she was recently pregnant. Only she didn't know until she was at 7 months. She went in thinking she was maybe 6 or 7 weeks and was going to find out about ending it. Turns out it was 7 months. Product of a one night stand that she'd forgotten about. She ended up having the kid and, thank doG gave her up for adoption. This is a woman who was probably drunk through most of the pregnancy.

I couldn't make this shit up.

Among all those other Rocks, did you remember Schoolhouse? I can't see how Emaryn's MP3 player can possibly be fully loaded without at the very least "Conjunction Junction," and preferably also "Interjections" and Skee-Lo's version of "The Tale of Mister Morton."

eta: Holy shit, ND. That's... holy shit. Wow. Why do you think she chose to tell you?

Schoolhouse Rock would be awesome.

Why do you think she chose to tell you?

She was drunk, and not the sharpest tool in the shed. To her it was just an interesting story to tell. Nothing really more than that.

At least I didn't get asked to look at my sister's tits in a bar this year.

And you want me to join the craxy this summer? At a RANCH? We'll be trapped between your family and livestock!

Yep. What's wrong with that sweetie? At least at the ranch there's no where we need to drive, so we can just back a whoooooooole lot of booze and enjoy it through a drunken haze. I actually had a pretty good time last time I was at the ranch. When all of us are mostly drunk it's pretty amusing.

At least I didn't get asked to look at my sister's tits in a bar this year.

Um, yay?

Your sibs definitely have far more interesting acquaintances than my sibs.

Will the niece you really care about and have been reaching out to be at the big family thing next summer? You and Kristin could always be her Big Damn Heroes forever by inventing all kinds of important errands you have to run out in town, away from the ranch, that she simply must come along and help you out with.

Gud, if you lack SR, Hec has bunches, and once he's done getting Emmett to bed he can pop over here and ... uh, do whatever it is you computer-music-y MP3 people do with your music and the computer and the sharing. That stuff.