One of my little brothers is visiting this week. Tonight he said, "I'm waiting for Riot Kitty to update her blog."
Mr. RK said he wanted to show me "math." He pointed out that the calendar said the 19th, and the date of my last post was the 8th.
The short version: I'm on vacation this week, decompressing from some really, really, REALLY busy and intense work weeks.
The funny thing is, I was debating writing about dealing with idiocy at one of our events last week - and that included the fact that we had no wifi - which meant we had no idea this idiocy was going on across the street at the Capitol. The day we were there was the day before our Governor resigned.
So there we were, our tiny little state making front page national news, because this woman can do something very well. Worth leaving the public eye in disgrace, even. Apparently in his first two terms as governor (which is as many as anyone should have, IMHO), he was, as my dad remembered, "A decent progressive. Too bad he stumbled over his penis."
Not his lady friend.
Not his penis!
Personally, I think a decent case could be made to blame his member. I mean, this is the West Coast. We've had such implausible legal cases as the Twinkie Defense and O. J. Simpson looking for the "real" killers.
After all, ultimately, a penis is to blame. That really isn't all that different than "the devil made me do it."