|He has obviously been planning this for a long time.|
The Frightening Mind of Tim Capps
What kind of grown man paints hundreds of toy soldiers to slaughter on the tabletop, and forces his children into that sort of sick game? What will we learn next? Hmm? Even Donald Trump would not stoop so low as to corrupt innocent youth. But if this story was about Trump, it would be "Trump slaughters hundreds, laughs with kids."
War is horrible. Even if it's on the dining room table with 28mm figures.
Today is the twins' birthday. They almost got to be anniversary babies, but dragged things out in a very inconsiderate manner. Apparently, you're not supposed to have twins "from below." You're supposed to get a C-section. Well, Red Death showed 'em how we do things in Zoar. When she went into labor, she finished mucking out the horse barn, then walked to the hospital by herself. She declined the epidural, screaming, "leave me the Hell alone," and had her babies. Of course Red Death screams that a lot, so it's hard to say if it was related to the blessed event.
The Bear was watching his favorite television show, Scarecrow and Mrs. King, and almost didn't make it to the hospital in time to do that breathing thing with her.
So many fond memories. Red Death at the Everglades, pushing that twin stroller around. Suddenly, an alligator walked up, and she instantly interposed the stroller with Michael and Arthur in it between herself and the alligator. Fortunately, it ended well. After an epic Bear vs. Alligator fight like you might see recreated on television, she had new alligator shoes and a purse.
She also said she would kill the Bear if ever told anyone. Ah, but the Bear has it all on video. She explained that we could always make new babies, but if the alligator got her, that was the end of the line. The Bear has to admit that makes a certain amount of sense, and admires her priorities.
The gator bait twins are 28, and if anyone should thank their guardian angels today, it is the twins. In Sicily, Arthur defenestrated his brother from three stories up onto concrete. Michael dumped Arthur out of the canoe into alligator-infested waters, when we revisited the Everglades. The Bear doesn't know how many times he had to yell ridiculous things like, "Stop throwing the ax at each other." Seriously, why? Arthur survived a harrowing deployment to Afghanistan, too.
So thank God for guardian angels on today.