So I Married A Looney

The Missus, seized by the daemonic energy that seems to routinely use her for an outlet, decided to take the gels off to the Smithsonian's Kite Festival this afternoon. This is one of the kick-off events for Dee Cee's National Cherry Blossom Festival, which also starts this weekend and is perfectly timed this year because I understand the cherries are in peak bloom at the moment.

I've got a lot of work to do today so did not object all that strenuously beyond pointing out that a) kite-flying might be problematic, since there's not much wind today, and b) everybody and his brother is going to be down on the Mall. You can call me a misanthrope if you like, but that kind of crowding gives me the creeps: I wouldn't go within ten miles of the place at a time like this, especially whilst shepherding our three maniacs. Just thinking about it makes me tired.

In the meantime, I just can't help posting this classic sketch, which has been floating about in my mind ever since they left (sorry about the sound quality):

Yes, yes, I kid. But I kid because I love.