First off, let's review last night's American Idol, which was filmed in the town where I was born: Contrary to what was portrayed on the show, Omaha is not one giant corn field. It does have one or two tall buildings that just happen to be surrounded by corn fields. Plus, that crazy goth woman was from Council Bluffs, Iowa, the town where I grew up. For as long as I can remember, Council Bluffs has been struggling to prove to the world that it's not just a bunch of crazy people who live next to Omaha. I think that is the official town motto: "Not Just a Bunch of Crazy People Who Live Next to Omaha." We finally get some national attention, and this happens. Thanks, Crazy Goth Woman! You've set back the Council Bluffs non-crazy movement about 20 years.
This has been the longest week ever. WCK is getting over the worst cold she's had in her life. I'm not exaggerating: Her life has only been two and a half years long, I've witnessed every cold she's ever had, and this was by far the worst one. For the past two days, we've stayed in and tried to stick to "quiet" activities, such as coloring, book reading, watching Judy Garland/Mickey Rooney videos on YouTube. (WCK loves these. I told you she was my clone.) Yesterday she was so cranky that I wanted to run away from home, but I knew that unless I ran to a locale with a TiVo, I'd miss American Idol, so I decided to stick it out. By late afternoon, I'd given up on doing anything productive, and I let her watch three back-to-back episodes of Thomas and Friends. WCK seems to love Thomas (although it could have been the fact that she was viewing the show through a haze of exhaustion, cough medicine, and snot), but I find him and his friends downright creepy. Forget the brain damage caused by lead-coated Thomas toys; I think the main brain-damage danger comes from simply watching the show.
And what does "shunting trucks" mean?