Oh, man. The person behind this blog is going to hell.
And what is hell like? Well, it's a lot like being trapped in a dark room watching "Miss Congeniality 2" with a load of screaming children.
Yeesh. It's called bonding with your sons. Calm down. And I think this exchange may answer some questions about Charles' flippant attitude:
Reporter: "As this is your last holiday together before the wedding, I was wondering, William and Harry, if you were planning any kind of appropriate send-off for your father?"
Prince Harry: "It's been and done."
William: "You missed it. It was good fun."
Lately my favorite phrase has been: "A feat of derring-do."
Thursday was Cesar Chavez Day. You could have broken someone's arm* up here in Minnesota and they wouldn't have been able to tell you that.
Here's a random truth: Somewhere in Irving, Texas, there is a jar with $7.43 in it buried in the back yard of my family's old house.
Helpful hints for really dumb people: When changing the battery in a smoke detector "open the door or top of the detector and pull the old battery out."
Ah, no wonder the Twin Cities are such a safe place to live.
*I have no idea what that means. Lately I have been embracing my Texas heritage and making up homespun similes and metaphors, regardless of the applicability.