I am not there; Der Bingle is. He went off with Cameron and Summer to watch Predators and Vampires Suck. I had told Alison early this summer that drive-ins were no longer fun because cars are smaller and they don’t have the speakers that hung on the windows and people run their engines to keep the air conditioning going. But they went anyway and it seems people now take lawn chairs and radios and sit outside the smaller cars.

So Cameron asked what was playing at the drive-in and Summer said his face lit up when Der Bingle said Predator and her face lit up when he said Vampires Suck. So there are there . . . with lawn chairs and long sleeves and a bag of mosquito repellent and AfterBite if the repellent doesn’t go “off” as planned. They took a radio, like other folks.

I don’t know, I kind of liked it when we went in the old 1964 Buick.

Hello there,

I am Rose’s new assistant in the comforting and advising department of the Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse; she needed help because there are so many nuts here. I don’t know –  maybe they should not have been eating extra crunchy foldovers. But anyway, there is a need and I am here. Yes, here in the wicker chair of consolation. See how it is easy for someone to just sit down next to me. Oh, maybe I should move over a little. Okay, for the time being, when you sit down, please turn your upper body sideways.

My name is Meryl because of my strong resemblance to the movie star. But you can call me Sophie.

Overcast today and add to that  the days are getting shorter and so I am no longer waking up very early to find the day has begun and is waiting for me. Well, chronologically it has begun . . . but the daylight thing is uplifting, don’tcha know. It is supposed to drizzle most of the day, so what to do? Well, surely someone in the world is having a birthday today. We need a party. To help them celebrate. A peanut butter party? A cookout party? A cookie party? A Spam party? Auuuggggghhhhhh. The brainwashing Spam agents opened an offensive, but were fought off.

Of course, we could have fried bologna sandwiches. Nah, not today.

I must put my mind to this and come up with a festive theme for the Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse. Cameron would suggest a road trip; Summer would want Zebra Cakes; Shane would want to get more Wubbas; Sydney would like to trick Shane to go outside because he can’t figure out how to open the door to get back in. We could wash the cow and tie a festive ribbon on her. So many options . . .