Cathy in the Wright

The Nut House

Oh someone rescue me from this looney bin. I don't think I can take the emotional extremes anymore.

All day today I've been subdued and almost depressed over the death of The Crazyweiler.

And now it's all I can do to not throw up because I'm laughing so hard.

The Senator came in to say good night, and while he was talking to me, The VP snuck into The Senator's bedroom and hid under his comforter to surprise him when he came to bed.

Only The Senator doesn't just climb quietly into bed. He leaps into bed. Head first.

And tonight his forehead connected squarely with The VP's nose.

I heard, "AAAAUUUUGGHHHH!! AAAUUUUGGGGHHH!" followed by some indistinguishable sounds. The Senator, always thinking, beats a path back into the computer room to enlist an ally.

"Mom, mom! Come here. Please come here." He looks scared to death. I follow him back to his room to find The VP sitting on the edge of the bed moaning, "He broke my nose. He broke my nose!"

I stood for a moment, trying very hard to maintain my composure and display wifely concern. And then I lost it. I started laughing, and I couldn't stop. Somehow the picture of The Senator flying through the air like a superhero from The Justice League and knocking his dad square on the schnozz was hilarious.

The Senator climbed back into bed, vastly relieved.

I followed The VP into the bathroom, where he looked in the mirror and exclaimed, "I look like a mafia hit man!"

Okay, there is a lump on his nose. I'll give him that. But broken? I'll wait for the x-ray. I think he wouldn't be pushing on it in that manner without excruciating pain if it was broken. However, I'm no doctor. I could be getting an enormous amount of entertainment off his genuine suffering.

This is warped, isn't it? The man is walking around with an ice pack on his face, and it's all I can do not to lay down on the floor and bray like a hyena.

Can't wait to see what tomorrow brings.

Posted by Cathy at November 8, 2003 10:40 PM