When a meltdown is totally cool bananas

When we last saw our action heroes strange not-so-dynamic duo they were disappearing into the sunset for several days while a few GFDF recipes were scheduled for your entertainment.
Oh, how many ways can a laksa soup titillate you, how much stuffing can you achieve with a capsicum and just what  was that 3rd...(checks) oh yeah, Leftover Eggy Ring of Orgasm.
Maybe not.
I'm posting babbly stuff with photos over on the other blog that's in the blogroll over there if you want to waste some time instead of being industrious by ramming bamboo under your fingernails.
Let's catch up with our freaky family....
*Opening scene - Aspie teens bedroom which resembles a tip and has often been the site of unexpected life form discoveries*

MELTDOWN.

Thankfully the trashing of the room didn't really make that much difference to the pile of mess that was existing in this reality.
According to the offspring my perception of reality is vastly different to his, ergo the mess isn't really that bad.
Yeah, ta for that, Spock, baby, and try the broom handle on for size in your great mitt.
Yes, backward and forward motion, preferably to move the debris towards the rubbish bin, not further into the corner of your room where you're going to try to hide it behind another teetering tower of sci-fi books.
Oh, yeah, I got your number, baby, I know how your brain works.
Did I mention I got the sworn atheist, Darwinist, Big Bang theorist into a church on our holiday?
And he didn't
A) turn into Linda Blair from the Exorcist
B) didn't burst into flames
C) Horror of Horrors!!!! Enjoyed meeting the whole congregation of 12.
The meltdown is reaction to holding his gizzards together without losing it all over Central Victoria.
I can get that.
Is cool bananas, baby.