A Summation Of My Wednesday Night

You are neither Wolverine nor Roderick Usher, and . . . in the space of two seconds I just dropped two references on you that I know you won’t get.  Let’s just call it even and all get some sleep, okay?

– Me talking to my son after an hour of him insisting that his freshly laundered linens smelled too much for him to sleep because they still smelled ever so faintly of having been laundered as freshly laundered things tend to do even when you use unscented detergent.

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