Der Bingle is here despite the snow

“There was some 40 mph driving,” he said when I turned around to see him coming through the door. When we had talked earlier about the impending storm, he didn’t know if he’d come or not. When I went to pick up Alison I was on snow-covered roads and decided I’d call just to make sure he was sitting safe in the Ohio Redoubt. When I got in the house and called, his phone went to voicemail – because he was in the driveway getting his bag out of the car.

It was nice to be able to move to relief before I could even stick my toe in a mire of worry. And then, of course, he and Cameron had to take Shane to the fairgrounds with his Wubba. That dog has them wrapped around his paw big time.

The guys who left last week to visit the Redoubt are still there! We think they are partying with Cousin Vinny’s pizza and a tub of ice with sodas and bearbeer in it. Maybe Der Bingle will have to leave a webcam there one time. No, on second thought, we don’t want to know. I have heard rumors that the frat boys often hire Spikey to plan parties for them. She seems to have the knack of arranging wild and crazy fun without drawing the notice of the boys in blue. Well, to be honest, I have also heard that she helps out with the Policeman’s Ball . . . and that Tim Tebow will be there to sign autographs this year. There is supposed to be a silent auction for a pair of his football pants with grass stains on the knee.

I’m going along here as if I will fall off the earth if I stop typing. A little mania, perhaps? Ah, my psychic ear is getting a message: FOR HEAVEN’S SAKE, AMELIAJAKE, SHUT UP!

Okay, I tried it and I’m not enjoying it, but I’ll keep doing it . . . because I don’t want a psychic whack up the side of my head.