I'm washing my hands like yeah!!

57 degrees, sunny
watching:  FlashForward

So yesterday afternoon a neighborhood kid, let's call him Ricky, rings the doorbell and says he needs my help getting a pet weasel out of the little drainage tunnels that run under the sidewalks.  There's another little kid, let's call him Little Kid, I guess about 6 years old (Ricky's about 10 or 11, I think) looking through the grate at the weasel when I get across the street.  That grate doesn't seem to open so we went to the other side of the street and I lifted the manhole cover in the sidewalk there at which point the weasel relocates to that area.  Seeing as I had no desire to touch a weasel I sent Ricky down the little ladder (not far, maybe 8 feet down) to retrieve said weasel.  Once he reached the top of the ladder, it occurred to me that he couldn't get himself out of the manhole and hold on to the weasel at the same time.  He had sent Little Kid to get his mom for some reason so I was the only person there, meaning, yes, he had to hand the weasel up to me.  So I had to reach down and grab this weasel and then hold it and keep it from escaping until Ricky got out of the manhole and could take it again.

So then Ricky is over visiting the stepkids last night and is retelling the story for my fancy wife, and in this telling, he just has a friend who has a pet weasel, but this isn't the weasel in question.  I ask where this particular weasel came from and he says they just found it.  Not the kind of retelling I wanted to hear.

So then this morning I'm informed by aforementioned fancy wife that one of the children is now saying that it is a ferret, not a weasel, but I still haven't received any reliable information on where this particular disgusting little creature came from.

The ferret thing reminded me though of this one time in college when I was delivering a pizza to this apartment and a slightly scary looking middle-aged woman answered the door holding some cringe-inducing little animal and asked me if I wanted to pet her ferret.  Go with that where you will.  I went with it in a quick jog back to the safety of my car.

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So the other story from yesterday is that Tripp got a fancy new iPhone in the mail, yeah he did!  Meaning of course that Tripp has done nothing but play with his fancy new iPhone since then.

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Have I mentioned lately how great FlashForward is?

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Oh, and in other news from the past couple days (Tuesday, to be specific), the newly-named The Tony Randall Experiment (consisting that night of Tripp, the fancy wife, and Miss Prien, Esq.) rocked some trivia night at T-Joe's and then did the 50-dollar gift certificate and 100 points dance (I don't remember if there was any actual dancing, but I'm sure it was considered).  Who would have ever thought that knowing that the USA hockey team beat Finland in the final game of the 1980 Olympics and that Alexander Hamilton is the only person on U.S. currency not born in the continental United States would come in handy someday??