I was in the middle of this glorious rant earlier. The fingers were flying. It was motivated by my 15 year old son’s now-ex-girlfriend who is all of 12 yrs. old. (I didn’t find out her age until AFTER she’d been to our home for his birthday.) The rant was going to be glorious and ask questions as to why the parents of a 12 year old girl would not give a damn about her dating a 15 year old boy and why such young girls want a boyfriend to spend every waking moment in their presence. Then, Tim, who was cleaning up the computer graveyard area behind my desk, crossed some wires (How? I don’t know.) and caused the electricity for the entire house to flicker. Bye-bye beautiful rant. I suppose I’ll Stumble later for your amusement.
