We had to return from vacation one day early because that anti-semite Danny was threatening New England, which didn’t seem that bad to me until Husbandrinka pointed out that we were in New England and that our ferry ride could be in danger. Having cheated death on the ferry ride to the island, I was reluctant to try it again.
So we left on Friday, and the ferry ride was pretty uneventful, except I was sitting within throttling distance from a young child who made death by drowning seem totally appealing. Because he would not shut the fuck up. He had a little motor train for which he was providing the acoustics at nerve-damaging decibels. His parents seem to have been brain damaged by his previous antics because they sat completely silent, without any attempts to suffocate their demon child.
Oh, and in case you’re wondering, my own children spent the ferry crossing reading the Bible and washing some lepers’ wounds.
I have a lot to say about our vacation, and I promise to get to it before the year is over. I promise it will be totally worth the wait. (These promises aren’t binding, are they?)
One year ago ...
- A Discussion with Mama - 2012