From #1 Daughter, I learn that for whatever reason, she has figured out how to parallel park. I have no idea what that reason might be. Then I find out about dinner at Taco Bell and going to work after that. I'll get a pic of the parallel parking later.
From #1 Son, nada. Zip. Nothing. What the bear grabbed at. From ancillary sources, I know he's still alive and doing well. How I get a direct report from him is a mystery. I left voice mail.
For now, I'm grateful for what I have. TYVM!, Lil.
Follow-up: He checked in about midnight!
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