More roadtrip pictures are coming soon. I took a break from processing them yesterday so I could watch SuperNanny on ABC for approximately eighty nine hours. It was the first time I had seen the show — which features a starched and suited up British nanny in stern black wire-rimmed glasses (but a cockney sense of humor!) going in to save the homelives of familes where, due to the complete incompetency of the parents, one or more kids are running amuck. It’s kind of like SuperNanny Eye for the Hopelessly Failing Mum and Dad. And it’s completely riveting, especially for me because so many of the worst kid offenders behaved like the kids in my classroom, and so many of the saddest, most idiotic mothers behaved just like me in my classroom: “Adam, don’t spit in my face. DO NOT spit in my face. If you spit in my face you’ll have to go to the Naughty Spot.” (Spit.) Mum, in tears: “Adam, why did you spit in my face? I told you not to spit in my face! SuperNanny, what should I do?” Now I’m on a mission to find SuperNanny DVDs for my sister, since she may find them both diverting and instructive as she raises the smartest, most assertive little boy in the universe.

Tragically, ABC had seen fit to run a SuperNanny Marathon, so I was able to indulge my mashochistic desire to relive my feelings of failure as a disciplinarian, as well as thank the gods I wasn’t in these parents’ positions, for most of the entire day. I’m so not kidding. I did manage to wash the dishes, do a load of laundry, and feed myself successfully, but other than that it was all SuperNanny, all the time.

I really shouldn’t be left alone at home too often, because these things tend to happen — Ross would never have suffered that much TV, but he was working a 40 hour week squeezed into three days because there was a gigantic tech project at his company that needed to get done. So he was at work from 8:30am-11:30pm on Friday, and 10am-1am on Saturday. I’m surprised he’s not more delirious now, especially considering the fact that when I got home from Soul Revival with Jenn last night (I love my Jenn-time! Especially when it’s Dancing-with-Jenn-And-Being-Mistaken-For-Her-Girlfriend-time!) at 2:30am, he was still awake. And then we stayed awake another hour making Ramen and bitching about the absurdity of a society which values work so much that what he’d just done was considered pretty normal. Ugh.

I leave you with this picture of the two utterly delicious consumables Jenn and I consumed before our night out: a bottle of sweet, light, refreshing Reisling from the only vineyard we visited on the way to San Francisco, and a bar of dark chocolate from Ghirardelli Square in San Francisco.

It really was a good day.