Be better.

You'd think someone with as little to do as me could find the time to blog more often. But no.

My father and sister was here. The followning conversation took place in the restaurant (obviously):

Dad: Did you also get lemon-pieces on your skewer?
Marty: Yes... Why?
Dad: I think I'm eating mine.
Marty: Dad! Spit it out!
Dad: Too late.

(I'm uninspired.)