Things are getting crazy again. It’s all going to explode, melt down, or hit the fan…or whatever. Funny how that works – just keep piling on and piling on until finally it all crashes like a house of cards. Or in my situation, it’s time for some serious spontaneous combustion. Maybe that’s what happened to the poor Irish man. He just got wound so tight he had an internal holocaust.
I used to tell the kids their toys would spontaneously combust if they didn’t pick them up off the floor. Maybe the real truth was that their mommy was at the meltdown threshold – maybe she was ready to catch fire. Up in smoke. Maybe it’s time to visit the liquor store again – get some coolant for the reactor core.