The Butcher is going out now to discover how it can possibly be 7:40 in the morning and our parents are not yet awake. I mean, sure, they sleep in, but they’re Midwesterners. Seven o’clock is sleeping in for them.
Plus, they’ve been in the Eastern Time Zone all week. So, technically, this is 8:40.
I had to take Tiny Cat Pants off my iPod Touch because the old folks were not just using the iPod Touch to play games, as promised.
And the Butcher returns, and reports that he didn’t catch them doing anything scandalous, but that they appeared to be breathing.
And now Dad is up!
And wearing plaid pajamas.