My youngest daughter, captured on camera here:
…has been throwing a tantrum today from the moment she woke up until she passed out in the car five minutes ago.
I still don’t dare leave the car for fear that she’ll wake up. Poor thing, she must be exhausted. As for myself, I suppose I must look like an extra in “The Walking Dead”.
So I haven’t been able to put two words together today. It’s too bad, really: yesterday I was quietly cackling to myself about what a clever choice of topic I had made for this blogpost. Today I’m having trouble spelling my own name.
So bear over with me. There will be offensiveness, occultism and bare-naked ladies with big bottoms tomorrow.