Yes, I'll never forget my own emergency visit to the men's room at the Beverly Hilton...

But that's another story! This has been quite the mid-summer weekend -- with Mojo sleeping over at a friend's place on Friday night, our hosting some backyard grilling with a few families last night, and a pool party for Da Chimpz' basebal league... in a few minutes.

But we are indeed getting old. Tell-tale signs? Last nights backyard BBQ broke up before nine. I stayed out back to start putting things away. Got Cookie out to play a little catch with the Nerf fotball-with-the-fins thing. Then as it got dark we started looking for bats (as we'd done on Friday night, tossing the ball into the bat's path to watch it swerve toward the ball, thinking he'd happened upon the fattest gnat in Berea).

But no bats last night. So we went around the back and turned on the bug-zapper -- which was riveting entertainment. No really, we were glued to the thing -- was like small scale fireworks. Old Sparky for the insect menace.

Got bitten up anyway. Even the fogger doesn't keep them away. Bloodsuckers.