Happy Birthday, Tron!

Oh shit. I think IJAG went supernatural on me.

I don't think it's a coincidence that when I got up to fold a load of laundry, I had an incident. The load I folded had several of my kids' blankets in it and they stuck together, creating the mother of all static electricity shock potential.

When I pulled one of the blankets out, AS IF BY THE FORCE OF VOODOO OR SOMETHING, the tail of the blanket reared up and drilled me dead-on, like Luke Skywalker hitting the target at the Death Star dead-on.

Right in my balls.

I have flannel pajama pants on so it only served to accenuate the shock value. If any of you guys out there are tempted to think a static shock to your boys might be stimulating, think again, it sucks.

That blanket ... it's as if someone twisted it like a wet towel. I thought IJAG was from Cleveland not Port-au-Prince, I bow to her dead-to-me voodoo powers.

 

*bows*

 

Tron always reminded me of Charlie Brown -- pining after the little red-headed girl as he does.

Happy Day, Tron!

 

He no longer pines, thank you very much.

 

OK. Fantasizing.

 

Fair enough.

 

You got him locked in the closet or something, IJAG?