This entry dedicated to Uncle Dean, who says he's only reading my blog to catch up with Caroline's visit to Houston.

Tonight, we had an excellent Thanksgiving (Canadian thing) dinner, and were feeling a little punchy. So, after Grandma went to sleep, Caroline and I went out for a night on the town.

Our first stop was the tattoo parlor. She wanted something special, so she had "DADDY" tattooed on her arm in a big heart. We headed to a nearby casino, where we gambled away all the money Caroline came with. So, if you're reading this, please wire some ASAP. Then, we decided my car wasn't a nice enough ride. So, we traded it for two motorcycles. I know Caroline doesn't know how to drive, and she's a bit young, but she's doing pretty well so far. Except when she ran into the tree. It really just jumped right out at her. Good thing she was wearing my old bicycle helmut, so the bump on her head isn't too big. We wanted a snack while we were waiting for the doctor to sew up her arm. So we made jello. With vodka in it. Caroline said it was yummy jello and ate the whole thing. She got kind of weird after that. Then we found a cute 17 year old boy with long hair and a tongue ring. His name is Bruno and he also has a motorcycle. He and Caroline are on their way to Mexico right now. She promised to be back next week.

Shh, don't tell Grandma!