Something weird is happening.

The wife got her hearing aids on Monday and her left ear can literally hear a pin drop, which is driving her batty because there are a whole lot more sounds out there louder than a pin clattering onto carpet. She'll be calling Miracle Ear this morning.

Last night I got the screwy idea of renting a motor home and heading down to Arkansas to visit the wife's family. I asked what she thought of the idea of asking our son to go along and maybe allowing us to tow his Cavalier. I damned near ran off the road when she said that was a dandy idea. In the past the wife and our son have gotten along about as well as two spoiled brats with only one Snickers bar between them.

When we got home I called our son and broached the idea with him. He thought it was a dandy idea, too, especially when I suggested we could stop along the way at various and sundry attractions to take pictures with our Rebel Xsi's. (He bought his first, but I bought a $700 macro lens and he didn't. I keep thinking of that itty-bitty purple flower I saw one early spring afternoon six or seven years ago along the St. Francis River in Missouri.)

So, today I have to find an RV to rent that will allow us to take Bonita and tow his Cavalier.