Yesterday I bought a Web cam. You know Web cams, right? Those are those expensive toys that men in stained raincoats have started using to cut down their arrest rate.
So I used it.
The first thing I did was chat with this woman. She brought her daughter on cam. Then she licked her daughter's face. I assume the word my niece yelled was "gross," but I can't be sure.
In contacting my sister via a Web cam, I saw her for the first time in 19 years (aside from a photo.) It was also the first time I saw my 17 year old niece (aside from a photo.) Later on, my nephew wandered in the room and damn if he isn't a handsome guy! Takes after his uncle, I must say, though I'm not sure which uncle.
Was this the first time I saw my nephew? I honestly don't know. I can't remember if I saw him when I lived in Texas. I assume I did. I must have, but I can't remember. There's a lot I don't remember about Texas. I'm not anxious to relive it.
And in other news, I went to the liquor store today and bought a bottle of 10 year Laphroaig. It's a fine Scotch and I would have bought the older one, but this one was cheaper. But it was still fifty friggin' dollars! Why does good Scotch have to cost so much? Still, it's a nice drink and I'm enjoying it now.
Hey, I have a Web cam ...