Jesus, Mary, Joseph

Sometimes I think there is something to the claim that there is too much information on the web.

When, you ask?

Why, when Sheila suddenly has an attack of Hasslehoffapalooza, that's when! And not just one, but another and another and another and another and another and another and another and another!

I mean, this is stuff no one should see. Ever.

But, of course, the surest way to get someone to do something is to tell them not to. (Just ask me. I'm a dad.) So don't say I didn't warn you. Hot beverages are probably okay, but I'd put away any sharp instruments first so as to avoid the temptation to gouge out your own eyes.

(I swear that I will never, ever, grumble to myself when Red goes off on another of her Elia Kazan or James Joyce jags. If she sticks to that sort of thing, I'll consider myself damned lucky.)

YIPS from Steve:

Sigh...........