HUMP, HUMP, HUMP - WEDNESDAY, HUMPDAY!  It's the middle of the week, we're all over the "hump," we all get to ... you know, and it just doesn't get any better than this (except maybe for that time with identical twin gymnasts, but that's another story).  Wednesday is the best day of the week except for Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday (during football season) and Thursday (Friday Eve!).  Okay, so it's the second to worst day, but at least it's not Tuesday.

Speaking of Tuesday - WHEW!  Here's the story of last night, but it's not a pretty one.  Our son is visiting for a few days from Japan (he lives there because both of his parents used to be Japanese).  Anyway, we all went out to the world famous Palm Canyon Roadhouse (YEAH BABY- "the" Palm Canyon Roadhouse!) for dinner and a few drinks.  The key word in that plan is "few."  Let's just say that our son has a VERY different definition of "few" than we do.  Now don't get us wrong, we think "few" means a 36 pack, but he thinks "few" means an entire bottle of Tequila!

The upside of this is that we didn't have to listen to him drone on all night talking about nuclear proliferation, the Tri-lateral Commission and the suppression of minority rights in a two party plutocracy like he usually does.  The downside is that when he passed out we had to carry him to the 1986 Tarus and drive him back to the trailer.  Look, if he's gonna drink with people that do it for living like us, then he'd better start training and get certified.  In the meantime, it's Humpday and we need some more continuing education credits to maintain our certification...

      
The family that drinks together...                                                                   Five hours and a bottle of tequila later!

      
It's fun to balance beer on comatose people's heads!                           Damn newspaper found out about our son!