I was going to post the tales of our family's woes from earlier today: me misplacing my glasses, Eleanor misreading her schedule, Emily mislaying and then not being able to use her mobile.
Eleanor not only beat me to it, she used
the identical header I was going to. It's a catchphrase we often use when one, both or all of us are swimming in The Stupid particularly more than usual: "Mister & Mrs. Spastic go to the supermarket," or whatever.
After all of this occurred, but before either of us sat down to blog, I was in the kitchen doing the washing-up, and Eleanor came over to put some things in the dishwasher. In the course of that, one of us rapped the edge of a knife on the top of the dishwasher, causing it to spin in a circle. Instantly, we thought of and said aloud the same thing: that it looked like the old teenage party game of Spin the Bottle.
Of course, I had to turn it into a longer and sicker riff: that "Spin the Knife" is the teenage Goth version of the game, knives sold separately at a Hot Topic near you.
This is my fourth post of the day on three different sites. I think I'll do something productive with my life now.