Further proof of the roots of my insanity (porn problems amongst others)

My parents' trip took a good 17 hours, they were stuck on Interstate 90 for over 2 hours due to a tractor trailer jackknifed across all lanes. It took a plow and tow truck to move a few semis and then that one before traffic could move again. They saw many vehicles in ditches but they slowly made it here.

By the time the baby was born and we were able to leave the hospital it was after 10 pm. My parents followed us to our house and the roads had been plowed but with the drifting snow there were bad spots and our driveway was full of snow. There's no way we could get my parent's car up the 700' drive and no place to leave their car if we carried everything up so we had to guide them to a motel.

Side note - My dad really wanted to stay at the Rear End until we talked him out of it and explained what it was. Click on the photo for the explanation.

During the drive back into town Dennis was on the phone trying to find a motel to accept pets. We simply told the willing motel that they had "some small animals in crates". We checked them in and were to meet up for breakfast this morning.

I called to tell them that we couldn't get out of our garage (we tried, got stuck and had to shovel our way out) and my mom told me that they thought they were going to be stars in a porn movie. It seems that their neighbors were a little noisy, maybe a lot noisy and this caused further loss of sleep as the dogs cried and howled along.

After our nice family visit at the hospital we all left at the same time and my dad and two sons danced a can-can along the hall. We were extremly lucky we weren't escorted to the Psych Ward and no straight jackets were waiting upon our return.  (Please notice my dad is wearing shorts! My parents brought no coats to chilly temps and huge snow.)

We managed to find some time today to meet some fellow geocachers for a coffee and while we chatted we found that they were staying in the same motel as my parents. I told them what room number my parents were in and they said they were neighbors. There must have been an odd look on our faces for they added, "well across the hall" We laughed and told them the story of the making of a porn movie next to my parents.

When we met up with my parents later we told them how the friends we had just met were in the same motel. Mom asked if they had been kept awake too and I told her they hadn't but that they were in a neighboring room. I enjoyed staying silent while my parents' jaws dropped to the floor and they repeated "what?". Fearing my dad's sudden demise I finally revealed they were across the hall not next door. Parents can be fun to torment even past your teenage years.

Do you need further proof that I am insane by genetics alone?

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