If I found out that my wife was a witch like Elizabeth Montgomery, I'd let her twitch her heart out, instead of insisting that her powers go unused. If I found a bottle on the beach with a genie like Barbara Eden inside, I'd insist that she blink the day away on our behalf, instead of getting angry every time she does. I never understood what drove Darren Stevens and Major Nelson to forbid a little extra help around the house. It confounded me when I was a kid, and it confounds me now. And that's the last thing I'll say in 2013 on this blog. Besides, I have to go now. Bonnie and I are staying in tonight, but she's sending me out in 20-degree weather, after a hard day's work, to pick up Chinese food. Boy, could I use a twitch or a blink right now.
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