This Just In...

Sarcasm Girl, hard at work on an essay for AP Lit, came downstairs to tell me a pair of jokes.

"What do communists do when they land on the moon?"

"Paint it red."

"What do capitalists do when they land on the moon afterward?"

"Paint 'Coca Cola' on it."

Having shed that bit of sunshine, she went back upstairs to her essay.

Yawn

Sometimes Motherhood requires the application of brute force of the being-there variety. Last night SG went into a complete cataclysmic tailspin over her AP Lit essay (upon which she had been working for three weeks, drafting and throwing out and drafting and throwing out), and so I stayed up with her last night until she finished at 4 am. I did do a little line editing, but mostly I was just here in case she needed a firmer hand than her own on the throttle.

I hope no one needs me to do anything useful today.