Today has all the potential in the world to be more fun than three siblings should be allowed to have together.

First of all, I called in well today. What are they going to do, fire me? That's been my boss's attitude since I gave my notice and it's hard to not take his side and become apathetic. Phew, that was almost a 37.5 hour work week and that is just too close to 40 for comfort. I bet the last time I worked a forty hour week was more than three months ago. Ahh, the beauty of summer. That's going to change in a hurry.

Right now, my brother and sister-in-law are making their way down ol' southbound Interstate 35 on their way to my house. I'm not my brother's biggest fan, as he's arrogant, brash, and often downright mean, but they never come to visit so this is a big deal. I even convinced him to stay at my house-o'-boxes-and-clutter rather than get a hotel room.

The reason for their visit is a trip to the Metrodome to see the Twins take on the White Sox. It should be a fun evening. My sweet neighbor Gretchen is going to accompany us and Red is going to meet up with us after work.

Here's the issue: tonight is bobblehead night and Mike REALLY wants his Baby Santana. To get one, he has to be among the first 10,000 fans through the door. You have to realize that I grew up in a town of 500 people. All along, I'm thinking, ten thousand...we can get there LATE and still get one. People in the cities have jobs. Not so much. I found out today that many camp out overnight at the Dome for these corny little treasures. We're leaving at 3:30, which should put us there three hours before the game starts, two hours before the gates open. Something tells me it's not going to be good enough and Mike's trip is going to be ruined. I'm a bad sister.

After the game, we're all coming back here for what is probably going to be my last hoorah in this neighborhood. I know I've said that at least six or seven times before, but this is it. I'm spending next weekend in Tower and the weekend after that is the big move. So, it's on like donkey kong tonight. The beer fridge is stocked, the neighbors have been invited, and I've been honing my foosball skills. The night hasn't even started and already I'm hoping it never ends. I love these people.

In honor of our last time hanging out together as neighbors, Gretchen has assured the menfolk that we will be taking a topless bike ride around the neighborhood. I think we were counting on everyone forgetting but surprise, they haven't. I'm looking for someone to take my place. Anyone? I have the same bike as Leo Dicrapio. If that doesn't sweeten the pot, I don't know what will...

I'm also eagerly anticipating the interactions between Rob and my sister this evening. Last weekend, when Rob was out of town, Red composed a hilariously heartfelt letter, which she taped to his front door. I feel a street photo shoot coming on!