Momnesia

Slow Speed Chase

I'm trying to get Scott off the computer so that I can look up providers on my insurance company's website, but despite the fact that I have lain my Diet Coke and breakfast on the desk in front of him and am standing over him and that I have said "I need to look up doctors" he cannot be torn away from the headlines on msnbc.com.

"I can't believe this," he says, staring at the screen. "OJ is in jail without bail. How is he going to find the real killer?"
I laugh. "Where else can he possibly look? He's exhausted all of the golf courses in the world."
Scott nods. "Well, they'll give him a mirror in jail."