If You Leave Me, How Can I Blog?
The lovely ball-and-chain abandoned our children and me yesterday to go with my sister to some kind of crunchy granola Jewish women's retreat. She's been to this annual retreat before, and the content usually nauseates her, but she just uses it as an excuse for a much needed break from home, hubby, and offspring. Being a crazy-right-winger, she's not well disposed to touchy feely mystical clap-trap, which is exactly what she'll be getting. A couple of years ago she came back from this weekend saying that one of the classes was a meditation exercise in which they were instructed to breathe with their uteruses. It took all of her self control not to burst out laughing.

So I'm in charge of the four heirs to the Bean dominion for forty-eight hours. My goals are very limited: adequate nutrition and no injuries requiring hospitalization. Someone call Child Protective Services. I gotta go before one of them drowns in the toilet. - served up by Doctor Bean @ 9:27 PM