All work and no play makes Heather a dull girl.

I marvel that my beloved is not barking mad.

I have today off, so I am at home watching a little TV with Heather and the kids before we head off to make the rounds.

Sesame Street is on, and an insanely catchy (as in cult-programming, can't-get-it-out-of-your-head-with-a-lobotomy) little ditty is being sung by one of the puppets. The lyrics consist of, and I quote:

Tortellini tortellini tortellini/
Tortellini tortellini tortellini/
Tortellini tortellini tortellini/
Tortellini tortellini tortellini/
Tortellini tortellini tortellini/
Tortellini tortellini tortellini/
Tortellini tortellini tortellini/
Tortellini tortellini tortellini/
Tortellini tortellini tortellini/
Tortellini tortellini tortellini/
Tortellini tortellini tortellini/
Tortellini tortellini tortellini/
Tortellini tortellini tortellini/
Tortellini tortellini tortellini/
Tortellini tortellini tortellini/
Tortellini tortellini tortellini/
Tortellini tortellini tortellini/
Tortellini tortellini tortellini/
Tortellini tortellini tortellini/
Tortellini tortellini tortellini/
Tortellini tortellini tortellini/
Tortellini tortellini tortellini/
Tortellini tortellini tortellini/
Tortellini tortellini tortellini/

"The American Pasta Makers' Association is proud to support Sesame Street."

It's a wonder that she hasn't come through the bathroom door with an axe and a Nicholson leer: "Heeeeeeere's Heather!"

Or that I haven't come home and found a 1:10 scale mashed potato mock-up of Devil's Tower on our dining room table, and my wife proudly saying: "This means something!"

Yes, dear, it does--it means "haldol time."

Nope, she's made of sterner stuff. If it were me, I think the word most associated with me would be "gibbering."

"Hey, it already--" Oh, shut up...