In a fit of First Friday penance (that'll teach me to spend time in front of the Blessed Sacrament), I just up and invited half the neighborhood children over for dinner and a movie. I was feeling sorry for them, see --it's a holiday weekend and thanks to Hurricane Ernesto there'll be no BBQs or last-minute trips to the shore. And sorrier for the parents who will have stir-crazy kids all weekend. However it's just dawned on me that by that same token there'll be a million children here who can't be shooed outside.
And me without my cattle prod.
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