Me hun-gy. My parents were supposed to go to my dad's Christmas party after work, which I guess is a rather informal affair. Anyway, this meant that they wouldn't be home for dinner and The Brat and I were on our own. Well, just as my dad stopped home to shower he got a call on his cell phone from one of the morons with whom he is forced to work. Apparently this winner was filling a tank, left the tank unattended, and returned to find the tank tipped over and fuel oil spilled all over. Instead of going to the party, my dad is now enroute to Stevens Point where the incident took place. In the off chance that my dad actually may be able to return and go to the party, my mom is holding off on having supper. She wants me to wait also since I don't have any sort of plans until probably after 11. But I want to eat now! Yummy yummy yummy! UPDATE: I don't think my dad made it all the way to Stevens Point, but he's back already. Turns out it wasn't his coworker's fault. Something about a leg on the tank collapsing. I'm just overhearing my parents talk in the kitchen right now. Anyway, he's going down to shower now and then the two of them are going to the party. Guess that means I can eat now. Praise!