My dad just called… FROM HY-VEE. He’s in Fairfield! Can’t remember how to get to my house! Needed directions, which I gave him.

Joe’s out at our place – Brett picked him up from jail this morning – playing GTA. I called the house phone and let it ring about a zillion times to tell him to hide all his {naked women/naked children/really dirty porn/whatever} but he didn’t answer. Since my dad will be driving in the back drive, parking at the top, and walking down to the house… well, I just hope Joe’s not, you know, touching himself or anything when my dad walks in. SNORT!

I called Brett to tell him he needs to go home and concoct some sort of water/power situation for my dad’s rig – he’s got the day off so by the time I get home this evening they should have the RV on the grid, as it were. I should probably stop for BBQ stuff on my way home tonight. Hell, maybe I’ll leave work at noon!