My dad says I've sunk to a new all-time low in blogging by writing about the Jackson family. I asked him if he would prefer that I write about his family instead. He said if that was the alternative I should continue to make a donkey of myself by blogging about the Jacksons. It's a moot point right now, anyway, because I have no new thoughts about the Jacksons to share. I have no new thoughts about my dad's family to share, either.
I'm still winding down after yesterday's enthralling experience. The PseudoRelatives celebrated by going parasailing today. While I would never have intruded on their special day together, and my weight is really too low to parasail right now anyway, the one time I did parasail was an absolutely mind-boggling experience. I intend to repeat it as soon as I can, which is not likely to be all that soon, as the one time I parasailed, I had to forge my dad's signature on the parent consent form. I will be eighteen on December 2, which happens to fall on a Sunday this year, so I won't have classes on that day. Weather permitting, I WILL parasail. Weather NOT permitting, I will skip classes on the next fair-weather day on which I do not have a final exam. I have over four months to gain enough weight to make parasailing a safe proposition. That's my plan, and I'm sticking to it.
Good night and good luck.