Daydream Believer
Yeesh, I STILL can't get that song out of my head.
This is worse than hiccups. Maybe I should eat sugar or drink backwards from a cup or hold my breath.
That reminds me of an old friend who hailed from the woods of upstate New York. She had all kinds of home remedies and subjected her poor husband to all of them.
Fever?
Onions in your socks. NOW.
Headache?
A baby's wet diaper draped across your forehead.
YUCK.
Want to conceive a male child? Wear socks.
Actually, I can't remember whether this was for a boy or a girl, so don't try this at home.
In truth, dear reader, everything seems blah right now and dispiriting. That's because THIS is what you see out the window in these parts. I am going to make some plans for spring break so stay tuned.
You never know what I might do.
Blooper of the Weekend: "I sleep in a canape bed."
I love that kind of a bed (and sleep in one myself), but I hate climbing up on the top to balance those cheese puffs and chicken livers wrapped in bacon. Doesn't everyone?It's a great life if you don't weaken, which my mother always said and I hold out hope for that as a book title (but not for the nuns).
A bientot
love,
becky
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