"But Henry, it's Father's Day..."

Today we had the Dear Husband's immediate family over for a BBQ. It was delightful and delicious.

In the course of the family discussion, good ol' Beavis and his activities came up, so we gave a basic rundown of his general behaviors. We tell them about this-here blog so that they can get a more thorough backstory.
















ANYWAY, as the DH walks his parents out to their car later in the evening, DH's mom says VERY loudly in her wonderful Bronx accent,

IS THAT THE TRUCK THAT IS ALWAYS PARKED IN FRONT OF YOUR HOUSE?


Ah, nice!

She's a wonderful woman, but not known for her subtlety!

The beauty of her announcement?

Beavis is out front in his driveway, playing with what appears to be his latest vehicle:
















GENIUS TIMING!


So Beavis decided to put on a show for us.

40 Miles of Bad Road was strolling back to the Beavisphere in her mile-high espadrilles and little short dress, and Beavis immediately started yelling at her. She yells back. He grabs her purse and tosses it onto the roof.

The roof!
















They stomp around their driveway, yelling, cussing, and waving their arms. Ellie Mae wanders around in between them, oblivious.

We watch this latest piece of theater quietly.

Then we go inside with no reaction.


So now we're back on Beavis' radar, and it looks like he's back on wheels.

Dammit.

Happy Father's Day, indeed!