Happy Birthday Dad (and Princess Diana).I'm halfway watching Ship of Fools. I like the jewelry salesman and the dwarf. Everyone else is obnoxious. I just learned something amazing: how to open seemingly unopenable pistachios. I haven't felt this powerful since...nevermind. So all you do is take a shell that did open, insert it into the tiny sliver of an impossible one, and twist it. I can't believe it works. I am mad with power. (I've been saving impossible ones in a giant jar. I didn't want to just throw them out. I knew there had to be some way!) (Moon, instead of opening five impossible ones every time you visit, you can save all your finger power for trying on more shoes.) It's official. I hate this movie. I'm turning it off. Oh heavens there's a suspicious man on the loose in Carlisle. He drives a white car - in the nude! (This is EXACTLY why I don't watch the local news.) I think it's funny (annoyingly so) that Obama thinks evangelicals are impressed by his offer to continue funding Bush's faith-based initiative program - when most evangelicals are conservatives who would rather cut the program (along with a ba-jillion others) so we might better resource our own "faith-based" initiatives (i.e. reach out to more people in our own spheres of influence.) Does McCain remind anyone else of Dr. Evil? I thought so. If only he would borrow one of Benny Hinn's grey collarless suits... Speaking of fashion: I've come up with some new looks for my trip to London (leaving in 2 days!!!): muslim chic, gamine tube spy, Wimbledon princess and 50's art ballet. While modeling these looks, I was thinking about how easy it would be to create a collection for each. (Christina, sewing lessons, when?) My mother has a friend who could teach me. In Missouri. I need someone who will hold my hand and supervise machine and bobbin threading over and over until I can do it in my sleep. Actually, I think I could sew if I could just thread the beloved machine. And get the needle set right. Nothing like a needle breaking, flying and just missing one's eye to spur a healthy respect for proper technique. What was I saying? Oh yes, trying to fit my new London looks into a quite dainty wheely rectangle. Hmmmm...I'm pretty sure it's impossible. But then, just a few minutes ago, so was a pistachio... Stop everything and love my life. God is good indeed. P.S. Spell check suggested I change "Obama" to "opium", "McCain" to "machine" and had no suggestions for "faith-based initiatives". Stop everything and love spell check [at times]. | 
