I was wrenched away from the computer this morning, after I got a call to pick up Ian from school. He had rubbed sunscreen in his eyes and was all puffy. When I got him, he wasn't all that puffy. Next time, I'm going to demand that his eyes swell shut before I get him. I'm compassionate like that.

Anyway, I picked up the non-puffy kid and did some chores together. While I came home, I found that all the bloggers and twitter-types were buzzing about the Gore breakup.

It seems like a rather boring breakup to me. It's not like he had an affair with a stripper with tattoos on her face. (Tattoos on the face really amuse me. It shows commitment to a lifestyle without gainful employment.)