This is it. As I type this post, the annual fundraising auction for Daisy's school is in its final hour. So, assuming the universe is a rational place, at some point in the near future, my wife should unplug from the Auction Machine. Resistance was futile.

I was supposed to be at the auction tonight, but Daisy was under the weather, so we were unable to ship her off to the sleepover that had been planned. Consequently, I've been hanging out with her today. That mostly consisted of scaring the bejesus out of her with tales of cryogenics, and then following it up with a maddening discussion about why manhole covers are round. I was unable to convince her that there was more to it than the fact that the manholes themselves are round.

Dames.