Last night as Barb and I were in bed preparing to watch a DVD on my laptop computer I scanned Google News. There was a headline which read Couple arrested for sex on lawn at Windsor Castle. I passed it over but Barb read it out loud. So I asked, “Did you want to read that?” Her immediate and matter of fact response was, “Do they have pictures?”

That’s my wife.

I gave a friend of Barb and mine a ride to/from Idaho this weekend. She was visiting her boyfriend who was working on job site in Pullman, Washington for a few weeks. Pullman being about 10 miles from my home and on the way made it no big deal. There was a minor complication in that there was “some festival” in Pullman and all the hotels were full and his company had to put them up in a Clarkston for Friday and Saturday night. That added an hour to my trip Friday night but it wasn’t that big of a deal to me. Friends do that for friends. On the way back he was going to be in a Pullman motel and it would take zero extra time.

Over the weekend we learned the “festival” was actually “Mothers Weekend” at both Washington State University in Pullman and the University of Idaho in Moscow. So it filled up all the motels in both towns.

Barb working in the hospital reported that emergency room staff say “Mothers Weekend” is always the busiest of the year. They come in drunk, disorderly, and disgusting (a new meaning for triple D as applied to women). It was also reported that condom sales go up 300%*.

After I picked up our friend yesterday and began our trip back to Seattle I reported my findings on the “festival”. Our friend burst into laughter that seemed just a little more enthusiastic that was appropriate. She then told me that her boyfriend and co-workers had also found out it was “Mothers Weekend” but they called it “MILF Weekend”.

Update: More confirmation of Mom’s Gone Wild in Moscow.

Update2: Via an IM from Kris:

If they combined Mothers weekend and boomershoot (on the same weekend)… “ok sweetie, you have fun with the rest of the mothers… I’m going shootin’ with the boys ”

This was after Kris informed me he probably wouldn’t be able to attend Boomershoot this year. It sounds like I need to “sweeten the pot” a little bit for him next year if I want him to come. I’m all for him having a good time, but I’m not going to go that far just to get him to come.

*I questioned the source of the condom sales numbers and Barb asked around at the hospital. “Everyone” had heard it and believed it to be true but no one knew where it came from. I suspect it is an urban myth but it makes a good story.

A fellow gun blogger who said it wasn’t that good a match to his blog sent me this link.

Fortunetelling has always been an inseparable part of the history of mankind. People always wanted to look in their own future and unravel the mystery of the human character. Fortune-tellers use a variety of things for their activities: cards, dice, coins, wax, salt and many other tools.

Sternomancy is a divination practice which involves the reading of markings on the area of the human body from the breast to the belly. This way of fortunetelling can be used to unveil the character of a woman by reading the shape of her breasts. Sternomancy was used in fortunetelling in the 18th century in Spain. Nowadays, sexologists say that the bosom of a woman identifies her character even more than Zodiac signs do.

People usually compare the shape of women’s breasts with fruit, berries and even vegetables.

As I read the opening paragraphs I considered a career change. Fortune telling by examination of women’s breast and nipples? If there’s money to be made then sign me up! But as I read further I discovered there wasn’t any advocacy of physical contact with the subject matter. If it’s only looking then I don’t see it as that big of a gain over the free porn available on the ‘net. And besides I have a suspicion that Barb would frown on my new career choice. I once considered becoming a lawyer and she said she would divorce me if I sank that low. Although I’m pretty sure fortune telling via the examination of women’s breast wouldn’t be ranked as low as being a lawyer I’m pretty sure I’d have to suffer through some icy stares every once in a while.

You may have noticed that I didn’t post much on Saturday.

Saturday was the first time in many years that Barb and I have been able to spend Valentines day together. We had lunch with son James but most of the time we were alone together in my hardened underground bunker. We exchanged cards, gifts, and other things. I won’t share all the details–as it is I’m likely to get another TMI claim by someone as it is but here are the cards she gave me. Click on the card to see the inside of the card. The inside may not be safe for work. I have so much trouble figuring that type of stuff out.

I’d post the pictures of the card I got Barb here as well but it’s definitely over the NSF threshold.

See also daughter Xenia’s Valentine’s Day post.