Musings from a Sugar-Addled Brain
1) I had a crystal-clear dream a few nights ago in which I was Malia and Sasha Obama's babysitter. I made them sandwiches, we skipped around in the backyard...of the White House, and we had a spontaneous song and dance number in the kitchen. In the tradition of most great song and dance numbers, the music was cranked up to eleven and we sang into our hairbrushes. We were going to make s'mores, but then we accidentally ate all the marshmallows. The Obamas came home and thanked me for staying after midnight, explaining that it took ages to get out of the reception line. I told them that I didn't mind at all. I don't know if this makes me extremely creepy, or the usual: moderately creepy. Thankfully, I wasn't wearing my t-shirt of Barack Obama riding a unicorn in this dream. THAT would have been creepy.
2) Tomorrow, I have skin cancer surgery, and it will, with any luck, be my last one for a while. Although the surgery itself will be less than pleasant, I'm looking forward to the trip to Montréal with my aunt and uncle. Dr. Khanna's office is very friendly, and they see me as a "regular," which is slightly disconcerting. Hopefully, I won't get hit on this time. Or if I do, hopefully not by a guy who is gunning for the title of "Playa of the Year."
3) I trying to come up with the perfect costume for Christoph (our German exchange student), in hopes that it will boost his enthusiasm for Hallowe'en. He doesn't understand my shock and horror at encountering someone who doesn't love Hallowe'en, but his indifference has only fueled my evangelical zeal to convert him. ... Maybe I have found an unlikely kindred spirit in Tammy Faye Baker? I'll be up in Ottawa the day of Hallowe'en, and will likely stay at my friend's place. I usually have grand and elaborate ideas for Hallowe'en costumes at the beginning of September or so, only to watch helplessly as they collapse under the weight of my expectations. Then I find myself scavenging my house on October 30th for items I can handily turn into a costume. This year, I think I'll go as a Pink Slip. I'll wear a pink slip of some sorts and drunkenly tell people that they're fired. This rather insensitive costume, given the state of the economy, just might get me beat up.
2) Tomorrow, I have skin cancer surgery, and it will, with any luck, be my last one for a while. Although the surgery itself will be less than pleasant, I'm looking forward to the trip to Montréal with my aunt and uncle. Dr. Khanna's office is very friendly, and they see me as a "regular," which is slightly disconcerting. Hopefully, I won't get hit on this time. Or if I do, hopefully not by a guy who is gunning for the title of "Playa of the Year."
3) I trying to come up with the perfect costume for Christoph (our German exchange student), in hopes that it will boost his enthusiasm for Hallowe'en. He doesn't understand my shock and horror at encountering someone who doesn't love Hallowe'en, but his indifference has only fueled my evangelical zeal to convert him. ... Maybe I have found an unlikely kindred spirit in Tammy Faye Baker? I'll be up in Ottawa the day of Hallowe'en, and will likely stay at my friend's place. I usually have grand and elaborate ideas for Hallowe'en costumes at the beginning of September or so, only to watch helplessly as they collapse under the weight of my expectations. Then I find myself scavenging my house on October 30th for items I can handily turn into a costume. This year, I think I'll go as a Pink Slip. I'll wear a pink slip of some sorts and drunkenly tell people that they're fired. This rather insensitive costume, given the state of the economy, just might get me beat up.