So my kid got some remote controlled something or other (doesn't really look like a car) and I was messing around with it last night. I had consumed mass quantities of wine at the Christmas dinner my wife threw for our family and assorted friends. While everyone was milling about and cleaning up, I thought it would be cool to see if the batteries were charged. I tested it out right there on the kitchen floor. Before I knew what was going on, I had the car thing whipping around the room like a possessed machine on steroids. It was making this high pitched yell and thrashing about. Some of the folks were laughing and some of the folks were screaming at me to stop. I was at the controls, but I didn't have control of it at all. It would spin and race and bang and spin and race some more. Frantically. Finally, as if completely out of its mind, it spit the battery pack recently installed and came to an immediate and quiet stop seemingly like one of those futuristic movies where the robots can think and do for themselves when man is no longer capable. There was a moment of silence and then my mother in law very calmly said, "I think that's a better toy for outside." True.

After all this month has thrown me, I am back on the plan effective immediately.

Johnny GoFast