Or at least, that’s how I’ve been feeling recently.
Sometimes I can’t understand a word the Geeklets say, but they obviously understand each other. . . and then run off giggling maniacally. It makes me wonder.
Soon, from the next room, I hear thumps and bumps and things hitting the wall, screeches and barking, hollering and “Sssssh! Don’t tell mom!” I put my head around the door jamb and they’re all relaxing peacefully on the beds and floor, conspicuously not misbehaving.
I guess what I don’t know won’t hurt me!
Meanwhile, I bought this T-shirt:
I couldn’t help myself. Ript Apparel owns my soul.
And now, back to the secret lab!