We told them we were going to invite Ricky and Lucy over later in the evening and tried to explain how entertaining they are. They were nodding their heads in the standard, yeah, yeah, we're sure your friends are fun, whatever, kind of way. And then Ricky came over uninvited to tell us he had a Rancho Virgin across the street who he wanted to introduce to us and he needed a nickname to give him. I suggested Little Bitch, and Ricky thought that was perfect. He was Mr. Charm to my sisters'n'em, and after he went out the front door, Tammy said, "You weren't kidding. Boy, you just can't describe that to somebody else and have them understand. You have to experience it." Yep. That's our Ricky.

So after dinner we retired to the deck where Ricky introduced me to his friend by his actual name and I shook his hand and called him Little Bitch. Ricky said LB was the most disappointed man in the world when he had to leave to take care of some family business. On the one hand, he had the cool, air conditioned comfort of Ricky and Lucy's living room with a couch to sleep on, all the beer he could drink, and a deck full of lesbians across the street. On the other hand he had his pissed off wife and father-in-law to pick up from the airport because their flight had been delayed or cancelled or something. I'm sure you can understand if he briefly considered bailing on his familial responsibility.

Angel got to play with a Chihuahua, or as Sara call it, a Chee-hoo-a-hoo-a. That's Poncho, Mason's dog. And Poncho actually kind of played back. He wasn't afraid of her at all. Poncho's usual companion is a grossly overweight dalmation, so he's used to big dogs.

And Deb and Ricky got so deep into a serious discussion about child protection laws I had to throw a bucket of water on them. They were bringing the deck down, man.

I'm not sure what we're doing today, but Anna kind of wanted to go to the Cooper dealership to look at a MINI. Now I finally know we're related.

Upcoming in Badsnake's diary: Pain likely, with a smattering of big bruises. Next weekend while Jake and Sara are in Chicago, Deb and I plan to go up to the Comet trail where I will rent rollerblades and slam myself repeatedly against the asphalt while she rides a bicycle. Anyone with tips on rollerblading for the extreme beginner is welcome to pipe in.