At least I knew about the Iberian Pennisula

Happy Father's Day. My dad spent it working. I asked him what he wanted for it and he said he didn't give a shit and that's exactly what I gave him. Well, that and fish tacos.

My sister moved down to Texas. She got there about nine last night after a twelve and a half hour drive. She's living with friends for the time being.

She called to wish Dad a Happy Father's Day, but he was at work. She made sure to tell me it was 94 degrees, a dry heat, gorgeous, and she had just gotten out of the swimming pool at the apartment complex where she's staying.

I'll be emailing her an ass whoopin' later.

Last night's game night featured a game of Trivial Pursuit that lasted over three hours and saw Damon victorious for the first time ever, guessing the answer in an incredible stroke of luck.

It does not, however, make up for the fact that he does not know who Tammy Faye Bakker is. I will repeat that: Damon does not know who Tammy Faye Bakker is.

Carrie regained some of her pride by beating us at Screw Your Neighbor and I got to prove my skill at Spoons.

We cleaned up and ended the night standing in the driveway, picking out constellations, and talking about aliens.

And at some point, we made plans to go see the new Indian Jones movie. No, we haven't seen it yet. Yes we are slow.

But we're okay with that.