thursday...my favorite day of the week. When I was five.

Email is down, my allergies are up and we are nearly out of yogurt.

To quote a song, "Something's gotta give".

Another day ahead of me. Maybe this time left-handed alien robots who like to wear clodhoppers will grace me with their presence.

I dedicate this one to Jo. Who asked if I could be a faux-Jo.

I woke up this morning, filled with anticipation. While I may enjoy a double tall sugar-free marshmallow latte (most mornings it will be skim-milk, but one must celebrate with 2% now and then) I am looking forward to the holiday season when something that makes my heart leap will appear. Eggnog Lattes. Especially if they are served by my sweetheart true Coffee Girl.

Eggnog makes me think of a dream I recently had.
I had this funny dream where I had become a toaster.
Now don't look at me like that.
I was a beeeeautiful chrome toaster that could make the best toast in the land. People would line up for umpteen CND hours just to have some of my toast. I would make any kind of toast for them. Rye, pumpernickle, even the seven grain with nuts kind that I don't even like. I wonder if I have been having too much bread lately?

The dream had nothing to do with eggnog. I just wanted a seque and how does one go from latte's to toast?

It is now time to lay hundreds of US kisses on the most wonder person on earth.

Did I mention how much I love gfrancie today? she too is going to the Mighty Wind Concert. We shall rush the stage and be like groupies.
Or something.


okay so that wasn't as good as the one she did of me.