My daddy made waffles and other short stories.

I'm finally warm enough to take off my sweatshirt, and that's only because I'm sitting RIGHT IN FRONT OF the radiator. And my back is getting cold. There is no rest for the weary. Not that I'm weary at the moment. I think my body is finally getting used to sleep. Of course I still wake up several times in the night (I'm like a newborn). On shabbos I woke up with my clowns strewn across my bed and my sister's. But before you all turn to me with the glint in your eye ("why doesn't she do weird things when we have sleepovers with her"), my sister also sleep talks. While I was reading she turned over and said to me "What's that on the roof? Why is there a dog there?" Crazy lady. Lol, what's funny is that even though she was asleep, she was talking about my dog Effie who was sitting on top of her desk. Hmmm.

Speaking of crazy ladies, I have a new code name. I am the Pink Lady. Go grease lightning, I'm bringing it back! I want a pink leather jacket to go with my cowboy boots. Oooh, I be the talk o' the town in that get up. YeeHaa!

My asthma is back. I blame the chicken.

I saw this movie last night and then again today. It's called "Benny and Joon" I highly recommend it. Think Johnny Depp, young and hysterical, think adorable Aidan Quinn, think other funny people. It's fabulous. Y'all should go rent/borrow it.