As you all know, John and I are attempting to relocate our branch of the family tree to another state. We are trying to find somewhere with real cheap real estate and some sort of jobs. While looking for attorney jobs with the government, I came across an open position in Billings, Montana.
Now, I know little or nothing about Montana--except its the big sky state, and apparently if you live in Billings you have a view of four mountain ranges. I quickly learned that I could be the proud owner of a 3,200 sq. ft home on 1.1 acres of land for the sum of $ 225,000. Now, if I landed this position, I was thinking, what the heck would John do? But then inspiration hit me--he of the 8 hour sauce and magic meatballs, could open a pizzeria. Now since his restauranting skills are none, I thought we could bring Pennsylvania Joe with us as he has know how. I have even come up with a tentative name for this delusional pizzeria, Two Guys from Brooklyn Pizzeria. I think it has a mighty fine ring to it.

On an entirely different note, today I took Cookie and Mojo to a beach close to our house. We had a tremendous time. However, while playing at the water edge, this other kid comes up to join them in play. I would place this kid's age at maybe 6 no more than 7. He first starts putting wet sand on my kids' backs. I tell demon child to stop it. He then instructs Mojo that should Mojo want to catch some sea creature, Mojo should go out into the deep water. At which point, I lose it and scream at the kid. Interestingly, no mother yelled at me for yelling at her sweetheart, because no mother could be found. This kid appeared to be wandering the beach alone. Eventually, the devil's spawn wandered back to his lair. I watched and the kid's adult had to be about as far from the water as you can be while still being on the beach. It was madness.