Grandson Tommy won “Most Improved Trap Shooter in Sheboygan County” Congratulations! He has the trophy to prove it. Next stop? The Olympics.
I have to update Grandson Dominic’s quest for his first car. I thought (and he did too) that he was going to buy a Ford Crown Victoria Interceptor. Alas, somebody purchased it first. He chose a 2003 (?) Pontiac Bonneville. I understand he won’t drive it to school because of all the lousy drivers. He certainly doesn’t want a wrinkled fender!
I had mentioned that I had a anonymous phone call last week telling me that the IRS was about to bring a lawsuit against me (it was a scam). I see in the paper that the same people called the an Outagamie Sheriff with the same scare of a lawsuit. Unlike me, the Sheriff called them back. The call originated in Afghanistan. The caller said his name was Malma Dahli and admitted his job was to steal from people. At that point the line “went dead”. My suspicions of a scam were confirmed.
We visited Grasshopper No.5 last weekend. She is a great host! She is our favorite (host that is). I learned a whole new language in Minneapolis. When you visit Whole Foods, it is referred to as “a hole in your pocket” store because everything is so pricey. Target is the “$100 store” because you go in intending to pick up an item or two and inevitably spend $100. IKEA is the $200 store.
Your Mom and I stayed at the Hyatt in Minneapolis because it is close to everything. I got an e-mail before our trip indicating I could upgrade to a big hospitality suite for $10 a night. Of course being a big spender, I clicked on the $10 button. It is hard to feel sorry for people staying in a suite but here goes my attempt to extract pity. First, the suite wasn’t ready when we arrived (that has never happened to us before), the bed accommodations were not what I had ordered and we didn’t get the extra special service we had been promised. Awwwwe! When the bill was slipped under my door, they charged us $20 per night (not $10). I complained at the desk and the clerk said he needed “manager approval” to reduce the rate. The manager was not “in” yet. It has been two days and I haven’t heard anything about an adjustment. A–holes! I should know better.
I’m blogging from my new computer chair. No, I didn’t buy it at IKEA.
Love,
Dad