my two moms

My wife has a cousin who has two moms. His mother's are jewish lesbians. The kid is not as awful as I normally make him out to be, but you have to cut him some slack, he has two jewish moms, the guilt and nagging must be excrutiating.

8 years ago, wife and I, at the time she was girlfriend not wife, I think I may have even called her by her real name back then, went to DC. We stayed with her aunts. Her aunts thought it was a great idea for their little child to hang out with us and go into the city. After a day with a hyper 7 year old I was done. The thing never shut up and constantly wanted us to buy it stuff and food. The kid could eat. What the could could not do was shut up, we played the quiet game, he lost quickly.

I have seen him a few times over the years, I went to his bar mitzvah or as a wise man termed it, the cult of child worship. I think he was at my wedding and his moms are plenty nice even if they think I am a moron.

Well, all the grandchildren were in the limo on the way to the funeral of the great dr. al. I was in the grandchildren limo since the wife is a grandchild and the old guy was pretty awesome.

After the festivities were over we were heading back to the house for what I assumed was food and remembering. For some reason we started talking about that trip to DC many years ago. I told the now 15 year old that after spending that day with him I no longer wanted children. He responded, after spending that day with you I no longer wanted a father.

minneapolis

We did not quite keep up the blogging daily from europe pace we had set out early to do, but that does not mean we did not have a great time.

Sadly a week or so after returning grandfather dr. al passed and we are now in minneapolis for a little while.

Being here has allowed us to spend time with wife's family.

Tonight around 1130 we learned that there was no milk. mama greggy wanted milk in the morning. So wife her brother and I set out on a journey to find milk.

First we drove to walgreens, alas, walgreens was closed. We took a left then realized that this may not be the right way to go to get to the grocery store. The brother turned around. As he turned left heading back towards what we hoped was the right direction he noticed a cop in the rear view mirror. Wife turned around to make sure the cop knew we were not scary looking. I encouraged the brother to slam on the gas and get us out of there.

A few moments later, the cop's lights went on and brother was pulled over. brother turned off the car and realized that the 1986 celebrity's power windows did not work when the light was turned off. He had to open the door for the cop, luckily, he was not shot. The cop asked for his license and the registration of the car. Luckily again the registration was in the glove compartment. The cop also asked for my id and the wife's id. Being a woman, wife did not have her id on her.

The cop took our IDs back to his car with our story that the car was the car of the late dr. al and that we were not joyriding in the classic celebrity.

A few minutes later the cop came to the back seat where wife was. She had to open the door since again, no automatic windows. The cop then pulled her out of the car and handcuffed her. Okay, that's not true. He just wrote down her name and then figured out how we were all connected to each other and that really, all that had been done was brother had made a uturn in minnesotta, well he claims it was not a uturn. We got a warning, we left. It seems that brother was so shaken by the experience that he started to release gas that made me stick my head out of the window like a dog.

We got to the grocery store right as the lights were being turned off. We drove around looking for an open gas station, strictly obeying all the traffic rules.

No milk, sorry mama greggy.