What is with this weather? Sheez, feels like winter again. It snowed today. Didn't stick, but still. Weather seemed apropriate somehow for the day, tax day. The day our government goes back on the reason the United States was formed in the first place, to get away from King George and Taxation Without Representation. Oh, but we have representation, you say? You call this representation? Some representation. Certainly not getting my several thousand dollars a year's worth, that's for damn sure.
I'm getting to be quite the libertarian these days.
Well, I can see I'm going to have to kill my son. He was supposed to be home an hour ago. Assured me he was on his way. "Oh, yeah, dad, no prob." Such respect.

Happy Easter. Cold, bleak, rainy, did I mention cold, and cruddy. All at the same time. After it let up around 3, we had a quick (because it was cold) Easter Egg hunt for Jessica in the wet grass of the backyard. At least we had a nice home-cooked din-wah, consisting of ham, yams, baked beans, taters and gravy, Stove Top stuffing, corn, and pumpkin pie. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Sean was itching to get out of the house and the hell away from us, the Oppressors. His pretext was that he had to work on his World History project with Ben. His teacher, Nurse Ratchet, has been telling Sean all semester not to hang out with Ben, so naturally, she has them work together on a big assignment. They were mostly done with the project, but decided to add a few imaginative finishing touches, which I cautioned against, seeing how his teacher is the least imaginative sentient being in the northern hemisphere. They partly heeded my advice, but decided they still had to do a videotape depiction of the Fall of the Roman Empire. This involved one sword, some togas, and their friend Val, who had the video camera. Part of the setting for this was the mall. I'm sure the deadly weapon they were carrying didn't concern mall security in the least. Say, I thought the mall was closed on Easter...I had asked Sean to make a copy of the video so I could verify that they were actually working on the project. Sean called from Val's after 11 and said they would be home soon, after they went back to Ben's and picked up their clothes. I asked about the tape. "Oh, we destroyed it....it was so bad, we realized that other humans could never be allowed to see it, ever." I picked him up at Ben's and tried to explain, in my most calm and rational voice, that his mother was...concerned...