Last night we saw Reno 911: Miami. Hilarious! Granted, I had absolutely no expectations for it, but it was great. It had the predictable slow moments, but how can you dislike a movie that gives you such quotes as

“Who brings a weed-whacker on a boat?”

and

“I like the hair. It’s so Stamos!”

Plus, get this, some fine film making too. Go see it and tell me the scenes shot from the outside of the motel are not fabulous.

But here’s the best news: we get to go out every Saturday night. I discovered that a teacher at the boys school was interested, and BAM, now we get to have lives. We’ve known this teacher forever, and the boys absolutely adore him. It doesn’t get any better than this.