Greetings, my fellow port swillers!

Well, all three Gels made it home to Port Swiller Manor ahead of the Thanksgiving hols safe and sound, albeit not without incident.

I mentioned Youngest’s return last weekend. Academically, she’s done until January, but now she’s shocked, shocked, that we expect her to get a seasonal job in the interim.

Eldest got home on Friday after getting caught in a snowstorm in the mountains of western Murrland. (We actually got half a dozen flakes here that afternoon.)

Middle topped that travelling home on Saturday by getting bitten by a pit bull at a gas station in Washington, PA. Although the station manager called the cops, the dog and its owner had wandered off by the time they got there. So, out of an abundance of caution, the Gel now has to get rabies shots.

I suppose the drama never really goes away, but at least when it’s over the phone it’s somewhat less noisy.

UPDATE: Just so.

Self: “Is there anybody else in this house who knows how to load a dishwasher properly?”

Eldest Gel: “We do it to test you for senility, Dad. We know the day you don’t complain about it is the day we’ve lost you.”

I tell ya, I don’t get no respect!

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