I think the Librium is having the desired effect Dr. Morell was telling me about, because today I managed to let all my cares go and spend it with the family. Chel brought over her half-Jew children and Bessie prepared a tray of tuna fish sandwiches to celebrate what the kids call "May the Fourth Be With You" Day. Apparently, that's a pun on "May The Force Be With You" from some space movie they've all seen, but I don't get it.
Both kids were all dressed up in their costumes from the movie as they scrambled across my bed, spilling Kool-Aid on my blankets. The old me would have gotten all upset about their making a mess, but the
The little boy was dressed as what he called a "wookie", but I'm a little concerned all that fur is actually a hormone issue. I'm going to see if it clears up by itself before I talk to Chel about it. The girl was all made up to look like Carrie Fisher, but the sticky buns kept falling off her head and she started crying when the dog ate one. Chel wasn't wearing any costume, but since she looks so much like Shrek anyway, I guess she figured she didn't have to.
Frankly, I could never understand what the big deal was about that space movie. I remember when the first one came out during the seventies and Bill took me to see it, but for the life of me I can't recall a single thing about it. Quaaludes would do that. We were young and newly married, and I had just moved into Bill's apartment. Of course, I wanted to redecorate and Bill said that was fine with that as long as I didn't go into the second bedroom, which was dead-bolted shut 24 hours a day. That was before there were "man caves," and since I was moving into his place, I figured he was entitled to his space.
I was planning to do the whole place in Laura Ashley, when one day I
I thought the whole thing was a little weird, but now that I think about it, I'm glad it was Carrie Fisher and not Leonard Nimoy. That would have been really strange.
Well, I'd have to say the whole occasion was a major success, even though neither of the kids wanted to kiss grandma goodbye, which is just as well since they both smell like sauerkraut. It turned out to be such a nice day that I decided to begin raising money -- again -- this time for a Resistance PAC. I've got to do something to