Balloon Boy: Just Kidding!

I found it odd that after a day of missing your child you would hold a press conference outside of your home. I think that I would have been hospitalized from the stress of the day, not really looking to do much more than hang out with my son (even if he were named Falcon) who at one point was believed to be flying 30,000ft. in the air. The Balloon Boy's family is odd and rude to want the spotlight after making such a spectacle of themselves. I can see why he decided to spend the day in the attic.

Scary Forwards

Why do my loved ones like to frighten me with forwarded emails warning me of abductions in parking lots, how to avoid being strangled in your bed and threats of bad karma if I do not forward their spiritual emails from Oprah? Obviously I'm already paranoid of most things, I don't need new scenarios to play out in my overactive imagination (that's what my mom called it). For instance, there was one email warning people of a crying baby sound at the door. The killer would then grab you as you open the door to check on things. That's so creepy. Now if a friend drops by with their baby I'll have to make them answer a series of verification questions "just in case."

Thank you Dad for the most recent tip:

3. If you are ever thrown into the trunk of a car,
kick out the back tail lights and stick your arm out the hole
and start waving like crazy..
The driver won't see you, but everybody else will.
This has saved lives.

How rude! Obviously if I'm ever locked in the trunk of the car... I will die of a panic attack. I won't be able to wave to anyone. I love you all but please stop scaring me. I already have Rhonda to read me the Brooklyn police blotter.