not to worry

Last night, I was saddled by an enormous blow-up plastic thing. My niece, Hannah, was saddled by another one. We squared off and attacked each other viciously, in a small space that included lots of expensive sound and video equipment.

Outside, minister Debbie Potter exclaimed to mom-at-large Charlotte Mitchell her concern that something might happen, that things might get out of control, that things or people might wind up getting severely damaged. Charlotte's response was, "Oh, don't worry: it's Barry."

And that, my friends, is a sign of the end times.