24+ hours with Sudy Rip and Counting

I arrived Wednesday, watched an entire season of So You Think You Can Dance that my mother recorded on her DVR and learned of her recent Facebook dirty movie fetish (it's cleared up, however, we think, so the curiosity that killed her cat is no longer lingering on her home page - although Nikki and Cynde hijacked her iPad and gave her a new screen saver).

Abu was horrified and thinks there's something wrong with the Crandalls.

Yesterday morning, I took mom to the track to shoot footage to make it look like she's walking so she'd have evidence for her gynecologist that she really is exercising (is it gynecologist? or colonoscopist? I can't keep them straight).

And I'm proud to say that there's been two nights of Crandall dinners with no Butch blow ups. This is good, because his outbursts are usually what push my mom to her IPad to look at perverted posts on Facebook anyway.

Bryan's home!!!