Date Night

The kids are in bed. Lance is at basketball. And summer prime time TV stinks.

Time for my date with Mr. Twain and his "The Innocents Abroad", which I have been sorely neglecting since its purchase on Saturday.

I'm only on page 45, but already it's clever, witty, outright funny in some parts and irreverent in others: classic Twain.

It's going to be a good evening.