Listen to the band....

So after 3+ weeks of wondering when my sister and two kids were actually going to spend the night in OUR new house, last night I finally got my wish!

My sister, the Marlboro-smoking-asthmatic-nurse, has a cough like a fog horn. It echoes out from the bottom of her tar-infested-aveoli-restricted lungs every so often throughout the night, guiding the ships safely home.

Handling the top notes is the little one, the human cuckoo clock who runs 9 minutes fast. Every hour at 51 past she lets out a nice little 30 second wail.

Maybe they will go back where they came from, and Uncle Chuck can get some sleep.....