Probably, this film’ll be about as good as Anchorman — although, Chris Walken is in it — and horrible compared to Dodgeball. Neverless, inserting oneself into a movie trailer = fun!

Gas was $2.13 in Princess Anne. The cheapest I could find it in Timonium was $2.25. It was $2.34 in Columbia.

We made it back to Columbia in two hours and thirty-five minutes, and with all the troopers on the road, we made sure not to speed. Also, traffic was super light.

We saw a speeder in a black pickup get pulled over by a trooper on a cop-bike.

I think I saw Kirk — of 98Rock fame — in Salisbury. It might not have been him, but it was a black guy in a red dune buggy, and although we passed at a reasonable high rate of speed, it did look like him.

My uncle Bill was happy that we showed up because he got to twist my dad’s arm into helping him mow the grass at the old farm. I was also happy because while they were doing that, I got to swim in the pool … with a bunch of dead Japanese beetles.

A big striped tabby whose name I forgot about a second after I learned it – they have six cats on the property – found a nice comfortable perch on the top of the Jeep’s rear seat and had a nice sunbath.

When we left, I tried to hug Bill. “Men don’t hug,” he informed me. Dad and I then gave each other a big hug and it was all he could do not to smack us.

Bill was wearing a t-shirt featuring Calvin pissing on a Ford logo. He drives Chevys. And a Honda.

(We’ve also hugged in the past).

My paternal grandmother didn’t recognize me — not surprising, she never does. I just held her hand during the visit — not much of a point talking, seems someone in Salisbury sent over the wrong hearing aid.

I am bright red, because while I remembered to put sunblock on before heading out the door, I forgot to put some back on after swimming.

The lab was so happy to see me that when I opened the sliding glass door … she ran face-first into the closed screen door. She gave me this look that said, “If you laugh, I kill you.”

After nearly six hours in that Wrangler, I think I might be cured of my obsession.

My right shoulder – perhapd because of spending six hous in the Jeep – aches.