After eight hours, I can safely say that I’m well on pace to manage another sixteen hours of this nonsense. It’s all for a good cause, right? Doing the right thing is where it’s at!

(Erica learned a pointed lesson just now. She offered to vacuum their bedroom’s floor, then decided she didn’t ‘want to,’ badgering Alex into doing it. So she pouted and got her way, then assumed she’d get to jump onto the Dreamcast while Alex did her chosen chore. Uh, no. Alex gets first crack at the gaming console, kiddo.)

(So now she’s in there vacuuming, having offered to do ‘the other half’ of the chore. Heh.)

What do you know? What’s going on around me really does provide a rich source of writing material. Imagine the hell outta that…