- When The ACN arrived on Friday, as usual, she got her mommy to honk the horn repeatedly until Uncle Pete ran out to get her. When I took her out of the car, and started getting my hugs, she informed me that she wasn't happy to be here and that she wanted to go back home. (Giggling the entire time.) Her mommy told her that they were staying. So, The ACN decided that she wanted me to make her a sign with the name of her town on it and hang it around her neck, and then put her in Chair-y and roll her to the side of the road so she could hitch hike home. (Then lots of giggling.)

- Uncle Pete got Nipper (The ACN's puppy that you can see in the picture) into a bit of trouble before Thanksgiving dinner. Nipper likes playing with this weird, hard rubber toy. It is meant to be an outside toy, but Nipper doesn't understand that. And, as we've learned, neither does Uncle Pete. In my defense, I asked The ACN if I should keep throwing the toy for Nipper to chase, and The ACN said, "Yeah!!" Which, obviously, carried more weight with me than the rest of the family saying things like:

"That is not for in the house!"
"You are going to wreck something."
"Peter, that dog is destroying the hardwood floors."

Plus, Nipper is a furry con artist. She'll bring the saliva covered toy and drop it on my lap and then put her puppy head on my leg and stare up at me with big brown puppy eyes. How do you refuse that?? I think The ACN tipped off Nipper that I'm the sucker in the family.

Anyway, I was feeding The ACN some string cheese with one hand and playing fetch with Nipper with the other. As always, we had a few close calls with the toy and/or Nipper running into glass doors on entertainment cabinet dealies. These things happen.

Then Uncle Pete tossed the toy a little higher than usual and Nipper jumped up and deflected it with her nose. The toy changed directions and went sailing over the top of the TV. However, it hit a collection of figurine dealies that my mother is attached to. One of them broke. It was the special "grandmother" one too. My mother was someplace south of impressed, but shockingly blamed Nipper. She said some bad words. (My mother, not Nipper.) Though none amused me as much as...

- Quote of the Weekend: When my mother found out that my father decided that everyone should go sailing an hour before my sister's birthday dinner...

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