Grape Juice

I drank some grape juice tonight. It tasted like communion. Without the guilt.

Boingy-boingy-boingy

I don't so much have a train of thought as I have a ping pong ball, bouncing randomly from topic to topic. Any implied hollowness of my head is accidental.

USCC

Uterine self cleaning cycle arrived with a vengeance. It's Thursday, bloody Thursday over here.

Mothers

Can't kill 'em and .... well, you can't kill 'em.

From Hence Forth

From Hence Forth, my siser shall be known as Doo Doo Head as she hath proclaimed herself so amidst my hearing. Long live Siser Doo Doo Head!

Alegria!

The bf and I saw Cirque du Soleil's Alegria this weekend. For some strange reason, my brain has turned the theme music into the theme from Sanford and Son. Doesn't have quite the same impact...

Name That Movie

Decisions are the worst!