This past weekend, a friend and I went to Ukiah for a couple of days to visit some friends of his who own a vineyard. At one point during the weekend, we were sitting outside with his friends' family. As I sat playing with the couple's two small children, he said those three little words I hate so much: "TICK, TICK, TICK." I envisioned an anvil falling on his head. I thought about throwing a clock at him and seeing the minute hand break through and lodge into his eye socket. I fantasized about a mountain lion running out and disemboweling him. I was not pleased.
He must be teaming up with Nana.
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