I enjoyed my first migraine today.  During the throbbing and gripping onto the couch to stop the house from rocking back and forth, I worked very hard to ignore my loud offspring as they played full-frontal Monopoly and no-holds-barred Rush Hour.  One twin has, at age almost six, mastered a level of yelling/vocal fry that is, on ordinary days, about as grating as The View.  On my hopefully one-time-only Migraine Day (Allons enfants de la patrie/Le jour de gloire est arrivé) the sound was pain-inducing.  It’s not intentional, it’s not malicious, it’s just him being almost 6 on a summer day after spending three hours in math camp.

To block the Joyful Noise, I distracted myself:

Names for Piercing Shops that Sound Not-So-Vaguely Inappropriate

This, people, is why we need the ACA.