My son is demoralized in this post-Packers Super Bowl world. At almost nine years old, Attila the Son has chosen a position in life that is diametrically opposed to whatever the prevailing attitude is surrounding him on any subject. He is, to steal a description once lobbed at a college colleague who was almost magically obtuse and befuddled, "skew to the universe." Only at an engineering college could the allegation of being perpendicular to any known plane be "fightin' words."
The fourth quarter had Attila storming and stomping with whatever energy he had left after sledding at Scout Camp most of the day. If he ever gets a tattoo, I suspect it will say, "I've been robbed" -- his third favorite phrase after "It's not fair" and "This is the worst family ever." The latter has been uttered often enough that I'm thinking of incorporating it in Latin on the family crest right below shield with the smoking computer:
Ego sum inimicus proprius pessimus meus
This actually means "I am my own worst enemy" but I could get away with the improper translation for years before anyone noticed.
As for me, the aftermath from the weekend of birthday party #1, birthday party #2, day camping trip, and Super Bowl party has nearly been cleaned up. Words of wisdom from the Narcissistic Fortune Cookie Company (NFCC - our motto = "So annoying you'll just want to eat the paper"): One is never so thirsty as when there is not one clean glass in the house.
Sign, Sign, Everywhere a Sign
I snapped this little bit of officiousness at a local high school where I attended a meeting. Aren't they missing a phrase like, "While school is in session"?
Perhaps while everyone is quarantined, they can ponder the unnecessary capitalization and the absence of the comma.
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