Remember when your parents finally (FINALLY!) let you stay home alone, without them, knowing they wouldn’t return until long after your bedtime, and you relished every moment of that freedom? What you don’t realize is that freedom also requires responsibility, and so I have to tell you, I’m disappointed in you.
I go off for a long weekend of frolicking, and you not only let Bea Arthur die, but you also allow a swine flu pandemic to explode.
You’re totally grounded.
(more on my fun weekend once I get pics uploaded!)