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It was a quiet weekend. The kids were at their other houses and we got to spend *wiggling eyebrows* quality time together.

On Sunday I left Shaun in a sinus pain coma to go hang out with Mom and Kathy.
They were at Kathy’s ‘biologicall’ dad’s house. A few years ago Kathy got back in contact with her other dad, The Fonz’s ex husband. It’s taken awhile, but The Fonz and The Other Dad are finally in ‘hanging out’ terms. The Fonz got in touch with some people she went to school with and they all decided to meet up.

I love The Other Dad’s siblings. They are PACKED full of personality…and you know me and hanging out with the ‘older’ crowd.

We were having a heated discussion about Tom Cruise being a crazy and I brought up the point that there is SOMEONE out there that has been on Prozac for years and saw Tom Cruise say they were bad and decide to flush the pills down the drain and go cold turkey and that CAN’T be healthy.

TheOtherDad’s brother got up and left the room. I was in mid anti-Tom rant when he came back and sat down. When I finally shut up for a second he showed me his bottle.

“Thanks for reminding me. I forgot to take my Prozac today.”

One of the ladies at the table hooted, “YOU? Why do YOU take Prozac!?”

Totally deadpan the brother said, “Because I don’t believe in Scientology.”

The Fourth that was going to be a quiet one without kids turned into a huge pool party with the people in the ‘burbs. We did all the typical things: Drank, ate and let off fireworks. I’m sure it was the exact same as every one else’s Fourth.

BUT DID YOU HAVE A FIRE BATON TWIRLER/THROWER AT YOUR PARTY!?

My beautiful friend Lisa said, “How many times did we have parties before and we never heard the phrase, ‘WATCH OUT, LOOSE FIRE BATON UNDER THE TRUCK!’ ”

Most people look forward to lighting off fireworks on the Fourth. I look forward to the neighbor that stands outside without shoes on and lights her baton on fire and throws it up in the air.

The Fourth will never be the same if she moves.