The title of today's post is brought to you by the fact that Emily was carrying a United States puzzle last night and accidentally dropped most of the West Coast on the floor, thereby eradicating 50 million people in an instant.

And then we decided this morning, when I described how one little squirt of bleach cleaning spray gets rid of whole colonies of tiny tiny tiny little windowsill bugs in the bathroom, that she clearly takes after her mother in that sense.

There has got to be a genocide-related quip having to do with the fact that I'll be seeing my mother-in-law tonight. I just can't quite figure it out...

Though the title could also apply to the fact that, having defied the aliens and removed my alien communication device/IUD, I'm now back on the birth control patch. Someone somewhere once said, "With great power comes great responsibility," and that clearly applies because we apparently have the ability to conceive a child from across the room without even making eye contact. So until we're confident that the patch is up and running at full strength, we've been pretending like, as Christian Slater once remarked, "Sex with a condom isn't so bad." (And here I have to give a shout-out to Betsy from High School, whose knee-jerk response was, "But I've come to the conclusion that there should be a man attached.") And to be on the safe side, we've been using the ones with the extra genocidal spermicidal stuff, because a surprise pregnancy would just not do good things for my mental health at this very moment.

The thing we didn't antipate is the unpublished second line of that phrase, which is apparently, "With great responsibility comes an almost-normal sex drive." To be calling it "great" would be overstating, but still... Willem is delighted.