"You want I should use the enema hose?"

That was my response to one of my loopies when I said she had my support for when she quits smoking :snikr:

Shopping--thank you Jesus--is nearly completed. Now that remains are presents for my neighbor's children, and I need to wrap and ship Rob, Myung and Little Evan's gifts. Oh, it's so thrilling to have a little baby again! We got Evan a little push-me Thomas the Tank Engine. It was the cutest thing and I well remember how much Dyl loved Thomas (still does.) Seems like all the gifts we got for Rob were sentimental--the "Peanuts" holiday collection, and Dyl got him a stuffed Bullwinkle, a reminder of when he stayed with them in Philly.

"A Charlie Brown Christmas" came on TV last night, and I don't know what the hell's the matter with me, but I cried at the beginning and cried at the end. Dang, I cried at the opening of Star Wars the other day!! I know it's not menopause because I'm only 34 and in good health. Maybe I'm just a blubbering mass of nostalgic progesteronic earthenoid who wishes she had her childhood back again? Dunno.

School's finished for the semester (sigh.) I dreamed I went to the Humane Society and all the kittens up for adoption were calico--in sherbet colors. Think patches of lime-green, raspberry and cantaloupe. If these are the kinds of dreams Klonopin gives a body, well, bitchen!

Happy Festivus, people! Gather round the Festivus pole, air your grievances and sing a merry tune! http://www.siberkat.com/thewavszim2/santasong.wav