Over the weekend Rafe and I did the hospitality thing for Mama and Uncle D while they rested up from their cross-country jaunt. That meant Josie going to Mass for the second week in a row, because the last thing I needed was some Mama drama. On Monday we got them on a plane headed back to Baton Rouge, so that Uncle D could start calling ex-cons from a phone that didn’t belong to us. Tuesday’s highlight was Seamus taking me to a studio in Arlington, Virginia, to record our little skit on how Spunky-Josie needs to pack heat. Turned out to be a lot harder than I’d expected. I had the script cold, and the bit we were shooting wasn’t supposed to run more than forty-five seconds, but we needed rehearsal and revisions and then take after take until Seamus and the digital video guy were happy at the same time. Finally got it done, though. The idea was to post the thing on YouTube—not right away, but the next week if D.C. was still dragging its feet on my concealed-carry permit application.
