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Personally, I think that "Long Car Rides with Children" must have been featured in one of the rings of Hell that Dante writes about... contrapasso for sins of the youth I would imagine... and I think the Church must have edited that section out because foreknowledge of that punishment (along with the pain of childbirth) is almost certainly enough to dissuade people from reproducing the next generation of God's little soldiers. Sigh.
Drove Florida to Virginia... straight thru... fifteen hours and only two stops because all of a sudden the Hobbitmate has morphed into the Hobbit's father... "we can't stop... we're making good time" Good grief... one of those two stops was necessitated by the projectile vomit of one said toddler. Apparently the smell of child vomit is sufficient impetus to stop that damn car.... albeit on the side of the highway in the middle of the night in the ass end of nowheresville.... I really was waiting for Jason to step out of the woods...
Grand-Hobbits volunteered to have a sleepover with Hobbit-cousin and mini-Hobbits... this Hobbit just laughed hysterically and got out while the getting was good. Am now frantically grading finals in order to finish before my deadline of noon . To top it all off, of the three papers that I am holding up the zombie book for, two are substandard and one is stil M.I.A. -- and co-editor wants to drop all three. Do I hold up the publication of the book for this? Either way I have to be wicked bitch of the South and I really really really hate that. I can come to somebody else's aid with a fiery vengeance but I, apparently, suck at being my own advocate.
So, no sleep for the wicked tonight.... the minis are seeing to that.... and since I can't afford to buy coal I'm thinking that street gravel may be all they get in their stockings.... well, that and the pretty sweet presents that fabulous uncles sent.
Off to grade. Bah. Hum bug.
Drove Florida to Virginia... straight thru... fifteen hours and only two stops because all of a sudden the Hobbitmate has morphed into the Hobbit's father... "we can't stop... we're making good time" Good grief... one of those two stops was necessitated by the projectile vomit of one said toddler. Apparently the smell of child vomit is sufficient impetus to stop that damn car.... albeit on the side of the highway in the middle of the night in the ass end of nowheresville.... I really was waiting for Jason to step out of the woods...
Grand-Hobbits volunteered to have a sleepover with Hobbit-cousin and mini-Hobbits... this Hobbit just laughed hysterically and got out while the getting was good. Am now frantically grading finals in order to finish before my deadline of noon . To top it all off, of the three papers that I am holding up the zombie book for, two are substandard and one is stil M.I.A. -- and co-editor wants to drop all three. Do I hold up the publication of the book for this? Either way I have to be wicked bitch of the South and I really really really hate that. I can come to somebody else's aid with a fiery vengeance but I, apparently, suck at being my own advocate.
So, no sleep for the wicked tonight.... the minis are seeing to that.... and since I can't afford to buy coal I'm thinking that street gravel may be all they get in their stockings.... well, that and the pretty sweet presents that fabulous uncles sent.
Off to grade. Bah. Hum bug.