Stuff I shouldn't gripe about, but will

Dammit, I wanna go to Arisia.

But I can't go to Arisia.

But I wanna.

I mean, it's only four hours away, for crying out loud, and if it weren't for such little tiny insignificant details as my kids and my job I'd be on the bleedin' MassPike right bloody now instead of whinging to the collective masses about it. But unfortunately, reality has this nasty habit of interceding at times like these. So here I sit.

*overly-dramatic sigh* All right, that does it. Y'all are just gonna have to come out and visit. I'll have to start a MiddleOfNowhereCon for LJ sorts to come to the greater metropolitan Lake George area so we can all trundle over to Davidson Brothers and snark about how there's nothing to do around here. (Unless it's summer, in which case we can blow our hard-earned cash on Water Slide World.)

*long pause* Um, I think I need to end this entry, before I make the mistake of giving this serious consideration...

P.S. I don't suppose anyone could wrangle Cecilia Tan's autograph for me...?

Rodentia on parade

This is the sort of thing that doesn't occur to Grandma when she does things like buying a guinea pig for the girl-child:

Me: [entering Abbey's room, and noticing that the cage is open] Abbey, where's Chelsea?
Abbey: Oh! She's right over...um...no, wait. She's... [rummages] Hold on a sec, Dad...she must be... [peers under bed] Uh-oh...
Me: [holds brow, contemplates washing down his ibuprofin with Stolichnaya]

(Oh: we found the critter in Abbey's pillowcase, terrified out of its mind.)