Summer challenged her mother to a race – never mind the fact that her mother can go for an hour on the treadmill at a pretty good pace. The results were somewhat unexpected . . . or maybe not. Summer opted to take off her shoes after just a bit around the track. Grandpa did the color commentary on the flip camera and maybe we’ll post that . . . or maybe not.

But for now:

Summer, Alison, track at fairgrounds.

Oh, by the way, we also have and after race interview with Summer on flip video. Oh, so gracious in victory.

I didn’t turn my computer off last night; I left it sleeping on a shelf. I hadn’t looked at the screen in a while before I set in on that shelf and forgot that Summer had been looking up song lyrics. Had I died last night and had someone opened my laptop to see what I was last thinking about, they would have seen a screen showing lyrics to (cringe, cringe) “I farted on Santa’s lap.” I really hate the verb in that sentence, but nevermind that now.

I looked at the screen and sighed deeply . . . and then I looked at the Google search slot and saw where she had typed in “I farted Santa’s lamp.” Lamp? Santa’s lamp? See, now it was impossible not to tell the folks at the PBC&R . . . only I had to say that word, twice. Auuuugggghhhhhhh!!!!!!!