School's Out for Summer.  We can't believe it took this long but we had a ton of snow days this year.  The superintendent must've been from the Caribbean or something, because there were a few days where we only had a few inches of snow and school was called off.  A native New Englander wouldn't call off school unless we had at least a foot of snow.  Play on.

For G's bday (or maybe Xmas), he got a remote control helicopter and I told him to fly it in the driveway.  I didn't open it until recently because I didn't think he'd be able to operate the controls.  We have a long driveway, so I figured this was better than him playing in the back yard and flying it into the water.  Sure enough, he and his buddies managed to fly it onto the roof.  Unfortunately, he launched it to the roof of the part of the house that's 2 stories tall.

So being the AWESOME DAD I am, I whipped out the 20' ladder in the garage and proceeded to try and retrieve the helicopter.  I have an industrial strength ladder that's supposed to support like 350 or 400 lbs (okay!  see whale watch).  The gutter was in the way so I had to put it at like 65-70 degrees to the house.  Not ideal, but I thought it would be okay.  Around halfway up, it started shaking and saying to me "GTF off fat ass!"  I took a few more steps and the ladder started wobbling like the Tacoma Narrows bridge.  And then I have a vision.  The type of vision you can only have if you were a Native American having smoked more peyote than you should have.  The vision is of a little boy laughing and playing.  The vision then cuts to that same boy laughing and saying "R's dad has a hard belly and yours is soft."  And then I say, "F This!" and I get off the ladder.

All joking aside, I thought it was dumb to get injured trying to retrieve a $30 helicopter.  Altho had I known Mrs. Fly would look at me, flap her arms and keep saying "bok bok," I might have changed my mind.