So after making a rather self congratulatory blog post on how I was the greatest thing since sliced bread because I helped launch an aircraft carrier, even as I recognized that Our Lady Hubris is a vengeful mistress, my daughter was violently ill. Like really violently ill in a way I've never really seen but always feared.
So Garrison Keillor was right. I should have said "Launching a Carrier is better than a poke in the eye with a sharp stick" and left it at that. But no. I had to be bombastic. Well, I have learned my lesson.
Ah well. Just goes to show you how life can turn on the head of a pin. So it goes.
Oooooh so it's *your* fault! And you tried to blame me for getting the wrong medicine. For shame sir, for shame. :P
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