The Tyranny of Distance Tuesday, May 31, 2005

A long lazy day for the Wrong Turn family; a long horrible night. Wrong Turn Jr. was playful and patient through three hours of riding trains and meeting new friends at daddy's old office. He even consented to five hours of that extravagant prick Bobby Flay and his magical grill. Then came bedtime...ay yay yay, children of the night, what music they make! The poor little fellow fell into an all-out spaz. (Or, as King James's script committee put it: Lord, have mercy on my son: for he is lunatick, and sore vexed: for ofttimes he falleth into the fire, and oft into the water.) Mrs. WTJ could pull him out for a few minutes at a time, but then he would stop, realize he had been quiet, and explode again. When I left this morning, both of them were asleep. I hope they're still conked when I get home: Both of them deserve a break.

Other stuff to say, but none of it particularly original or interesting. So go pax yourselves till then.

@ 7:25:00 AM,

1 Comments:

At 11:12 AM, Anonymous Porchy said...

I love Ted Leo.

 

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