Weekend recap:
Went out with my friend Shali Friday night. On Saturday we cleaned house like crazy (it's probably more accurate to say we de-funked the house), and mom arrived just as SkooterPie was dragging the vacuum out. We took her to Pete & Sam's, an Italian restaurant in my 'hood, for dinner. It's one of the family-friendliest places in town. And the food is sooooo good. Later that night SkooterPie made his first foray into the world of Pub Trivia Night, joining Ron, Susan and me at TJ Mulligan's. I think he had fun. Strangest answer I knew that night: What was Kevin's sister's name on the TV show "The Wonder Years." The answer was Karen. I have no idea how I knew that. We ended up with a second place win. Sunday mom and I did some shopping. I finally got a new suit. And several cute pairs of shoes at Target. When we got home, we watched a bit of the Memphis/Ole Miss game, but it was not going well so I ditched the TV and mom, Jesse and I went out in the backyard and jumped on the trampoline. The Tigers lost by three. But I think we're still going to have a good season. I meant to buy a couple of stadium seats this weekend for the games, but forgot to look for them. Sunday night Jesse hung out at a house down the street where a lot of kids had gathered to watch movies, so mom, SkooterPie and I sat around watching TV. Mom left on Monday, and after playing with Jesse outside for a bit, I just kind of lounged around for the rest of the day. It's quite cooler here, but still not cool enough to kill off the mosquitoes. I tried to get Jesse to go to campus with me so he could practice riding his bicycle, but he didn't want to. The kid is such a homebody.

And mom got to meet my friend Einat, who was walking down the street, strolling her baby, Noam. As we were talking, Jesse walked up to us and told mom to close her eye and hold out her hand. Then he plopped a huge dried up worm in her palm. After we all stopped screaming, mom told me not to fuss at him, which is awfully lenient of her. Becoming a grandparent does that to you, I guess. I've seen a few examples of this in the past 8 years. And by few I mean thousands. At the very least, he owed her an apology. Little punk.