I haven’t showered yet.  I’m late (by 12 minutes) and my little glaucoma man isn’t here. 😦

There IS however, this guy in front of me having a conversation on speaker phone.  Really??

It wouldn’t be so awful, but he keeps looking at other patrons after he says something he must consider funny or clever – for affirmation.  Stahhhp!!  AND, he’s chewing on a straw.

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My alarm woke me from a dream about fairies and Eminem.  I had the delightful pleasure of turning the alarm off, and snuggling back into my covers.  Before I shut my eyes again I wondered why the hell I dreamt of Eminem.

In the dream, I was paid a visit by someone who said they’d received a complaint from my fairies.  I wasn’t taking the best care of them.  (Hey, I gave Nic’s hamster some apple last night – I care for things!)

As for Eminem – he and I were part of a group who were going somewhere.  We were the last to leave as we were closest to the event.  I was just about to get into the shower when he hijacked it.  I ended up taking a cold one.  Nice Eminem – nice.  Slim Shady Shower Stealer.  Anyway, it turns out he prefers baths … in, um … red stuff.

So I’m here.

It’s quiet.  (Other than obnoxious speaker phone guy)

I figure after I clean the house I’ll bathe and be all fresh and clean for relaxing with a movie or two.

Speaking of movies – ever watch an oldie but a goodie and notice something you hadn’t before?

Yesterday I watched American Beauty.  Now, the first time I saw it, my general thoughts were that he was going through a mid-life crisis.  Yesterday, I was standing in the kitchen making a pie when he uttered the sentence in his opening monologue “I’m 42 …”  Whaaat?!  3 years younger than me now!

That’s the thing about watching old movies, we’ve aged and the characters haven’t.  We get to see them in a new light.  Sometimes even while squinting, because lets face it – our eyes aren’t what they used to be.

Here’s another fun fact for you.

George Bailey in “Its a Wonderful Life”? 39!!!!

I am seriously feeling my age now.

Apparently so is Mr. obnoxious speaker phone guy because he just told the guy at the other end of the line “I’m too old for Hooters.” Followed by hearty laughter.  Jeez.

C’mon dryers!  Hurry up!  I wanna go home!