Going to the Big D
 

(I do mean Dallas.)

So, after six years I've finally decided to head down to Dallas for the annual Angelman's Syndrome walkathon. (As I think all y'all know, my son is diagnosed with Angelman's Syndrome. Il Pad's nephew, coincidentally, also has Angelman's.)

Fortunately for me, Mike will be out of town for the weekend, so I can meet up with Farrah without anyone around to critique my hair, or my makeup, or my wardrobe, or my intelligence, or...

Farrah asked for the link to donate to the walkathon. It's here: www.angelman.org/Kinzer

If you donate ten or twenty bucks, I'll buy you a drink at the OU game. If you don't, well, I'll just assume you're one of the anonymous donors, so you're pretty much guaranteed a drink either way.

My sister-in-law, wife and in-laws are participating in the walk here in SLC. It's a great cause.

She lied to you, you know. I'm not gone for the weekend.

Sweet! Even better - another chance to scandalize MikeWaters!

Please come again, that's the cleanest our house has been in ages.

Is that on account of me or the MiL?

My son has already asked when we can come back and see "the quiet boy and the cute little girl."

Well, I didn't see you do any cleaning.

You can let him know I am a grown man.

Well, I took the hit for you. Mike asked me later that day if my pants were always that tight. Also, he told me today I looked like I stepped out of an FLDS ranch in my dress.

What a great kid he is. Such a good sport to play with my kids like that. It was also a pleasure to meet the younger one (I can't remember what he his nickname here is).

sweet! What a sensitive fellow.

Charlie. Charlie Gordon. It's kind of a tasteless joke, but that's my favorite kind.