*laughing*

 I now know how to get my overly-talkative, pre-teen daughter out of my room in the mornings...

"You do know I'm about to get naked in about fifteen seconds?" I say as I breeze into the room.

She looks up with alarm and stops searching for a drawing.  "Which is why I'm putting this up and leaving!"

"Thank you," I say with a smile and go to stand in front of my closet.  "8... 7... 6... 5..." I start counting, grabbing the hem of my shirt.

"BYE!!" she says hastily, and flees.

*evil grin*

Wolfie's Birthday Ten

Things that Wolfie and Auntie Share

1. We can both remember watching Neil Armstrong walking on the moon... live.

2. For us, the Disney Channel was NBC, and it came on Sunday nights, for one hour, 7pm. Disney's Wonderful World of Color. That's it.

3. If we were lucky and had access to a UHF station, cartoons came on for one hour in the morning and in the afternoon.

4. Howdy Doody was a happenin' dude, Lost in Space was awesome, and hey, how 'bout those gals who lived in... Hooterville!!

5. The Flintstones came on during prime time, once a week.

6. We got to watch every episode of Star Trek... when it was brand, spanking new!!

7. We can remember watching our parents opening Coke in a can with a can opener. But no one drank Coke out of a can if they could help it, because it tasted awful! Instead, we drank it out of a bottle, and if we were lucky, we'd get a small bottle of Coke all to ourselves!!

8. Frosty Root Beer. 'Nuff said.

9. When Star Wars came out, Wolfie probably did the same thing I did and saw it multiple times, learning by about the fifth time to get there early, and race everyone to get to a seat in the front row. Why did we want to sit in the front row? Because, during the Death Star battle scene, if you were in the front row and craned your head back just the right way when Luke was flying into those "canyons," you'd feel a sense of motion, and almost lift out of your seat when he'd dive. It was the coolest thing ever, and probably inspired the rides that have come out in the last ten years that involve just that sort of thing!

10. Disco and polyester. FTW.

Happy Birthday, Wolfie!! We're not old. We're VINTAGE!

SHRIEK!!

Dear Real Life,

Please to stop rearing up your ugly little head and adding more drama to my life. I have all the drama I can handle right now, and really, I just don't think I can handle any more.

Really.

If anyone wants me, I will be hiding in my closet, with a paper bag over my head while reciting, "It's going to get better, it's going to get better, it's going to get better," until I either lose my voice, pass out from oxygen deprivation, or dissolve into tears. Whichever comes first.

No love, and much hysteria,

Auntie