Magnum and I took a chilly old folk's walk last night.
"I saw today that that guy who killed his dad with a bow and arrow at Casper College had Asperger's too", Magnum noted.
"Oh great. Ban people with Asperger's?", I contemplated.
"Well, I can fake normal", he said with mock confidence.
"No. You can't", I joked but not really.
Yes, the Aspies have been getting some negative press lately. My Asperger wife friend Maureen posted a damage control article on facebook, but I don't feel a need to do similar here. My readers know Magnum's not a monster. Violent? PSSSH.
Honestly, when it comes to just getting all authoritative with the kids, even that usually falls to me. Magnum's too much of a softie. It wasn't Asperger's that killed those children. Personally, I think it was most likely a number of things that aligned into the Perfect Storm.
And that's all the press I want to give to that loser. Besides, the world ends tomorrow.
But just in case the forecasters are wrong, we'll probably go get our Christmas tree then. I realize it's last minute, but I didn't want to have another living thing to be responsible for on End of the World Day.
We always get our trees relatively late because, (1) we get a live potted tree, so it doesn't come into the house until just before Christmas anyways, and (2) the longer we wait, the bigger the bargain. The nursery people practically pay us to take one. Maybe the late tree buying is our version of Black Friday shopping? And we mustn't forget, (3) we're just disorganized that way.
In other shopping and Christmas preparedness news, I'm crossing my fingers that we have more to show for Meego's gift on Christmas morning than a pack of vacuum cleaner bags. More on that to follow.
Unless the world ends.