Today Perry dragged us all to the airshow. Whee. I am sure it would have been thrilling, if a)I had any interest in planes; b)they weren't so insanely loud (I mean come on, is that REALLY necessary? IMO, it's the equivalent of guys making their bikes/cars loud to compensate for the fact that they are insecure about their penis size); and c)we hadn't already experienced an airshow, at the same location no less, only like a year before. But Perry seemed to enjoy himself, so we went along with it. I am truly contemplating dragging him to some kind of scrapbooking convention as payback, however.