Dr Jekyll or Mr Hyde?

After much reflection, I now understand better the challenges faced by parole boards. When prisoners face parole boards they present themselves in the best light possible so they can get out. 

Many of the same actions are present at Garfield Prison. Report cards have been received for 1&2. They were great. Something for the Warden and Guard to be proud of.  Both received the highest marks for respecting authority and for having good manners.  However, within minutes of marveling at the excellent ratings, the Guard was once again breaking up a fight and there was no respect for MY authority and manners?  Where did they go?

The birthday party for 1&2 went off without a hitch this weekend. And without surprise, the good manners and respect for authority was back. Until all the guests went home. If someone could

Explain this to me, I would appreciate it. 

Having a safe prison is important. We have ensured there are smoke detectors everywhere. Currently one or more have a battery that is almost dead. This is of note because it managed to wake the entire prison up way too early. It is also of note because I cannot find the offending device. I have stood under each one waiting for its chirp only to hear it come from somewhere else in the house.  This poses multiple problems. First and foremost is that it is extremely annoying. I have to find it so I can replace the battery, but while I am standing there, I swear it takes 5 minutes for a chirp. When not searching, they go off every 3 seconds. Where is that dang dead battery?

As each chirp happens, I become increasingly convinced that this is some evil trick employed by a member of my family that was present yesterday for birthday festivities. So now I am not only looking for a dead battery but also for a hidden camera and I am sure someone is watching and laughing. With my tin foil hat on, I question the existence of the white repair truck on the street outside the house. Surely some late night host will pop out and inform me this is an elaborate prank to be aired on the next episode of Punked. Or maybe I watch too many TV shows about special agents and survailence. 

The good news, for me at least, is that this evening I must travel out of town for two nights to attend a conference for work.  This blog may take a brake, unless the phone calls and texts from the Warden results in blog worthy material. The Warden is excited only because my snoreing will be 120 miles away instead of the standard 12 inches. 

The other good news is that they hyped up predictions of 18-24 inches of snow for today was a bad joke and we will only see an inch or two. So there should not be any snow days while I am gone. More importantly, there should be no reason for the Warden to need to shovel or worse, attempt to use my baby, the snowblower.   The forcast for the day after my return is a bit more ominous, but let's not focus on that.