Dad: "That's what you have kids for."
Mom: "Right! Cenzo, will you put the heat on underneath the tea pot for me?"
Son: "Is that really why you had kids?"
Dad: "Well, if it is, then we are absolute failures, because you never help us do anything."
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It's been a red letter week at Lake Alatorre. I couldn't even write it if I tried. Actually, I wouldn't want to. This is a week I hope to leave behind, and one that had better result in a reduction in my overall Purgatory time. Good-bye week. May your ugly head never rear again, may your claws unclench forever, may you scurry away into the hole from whence you came. And may that hole be a black one, a swirling vortex that will swallow you whole and for all time.
OK, maybe it wasn't that bad, but still and anyway, I'm damn glad it's almost over.
How was yours?
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