The fifth child is expendable

Last weekend, I went home to see my parents for the first time in over a year. Invariably, being home involves recalling all the reasons I probably shouldn't have made it through childhood. For example, this memorable day:

 

A tarp and a dream: one shining moment in a
  long and illustrious line
     of bad ideas,
many of which involved the roof of the house, and/or my sister, Bonnie,
  and the remaining handful probably involve telephone poles....

Speaking of Bonnie, today we officially booked tickets for our next trip together! We haven't traveled with each other since the epic Arizona road trip of 2012 which started with a pair of cats vomiting in the car, climaxed with a conflagration that attracted not one but two rescue crews, and finally ended with a highway patrol stop in the dead of night.
This time around should be even better!

 

 Sai Baba wishes us luck.