reason for the season

Music: Heidi Berry: Heidi Berry (1993)

As I was strolling through a number of stores yesterday, I began thinking: all this red and green and kitsch because the monotheistic imperialists wanted to drown out "fun with fertility" festivals. What we need for the holiday season is more sex scandals, I think. Speaking of: the National Communication Association Convention in San Antonio was indeed a blast, but I'm absolutely exhausted. Also speaking of sex: I got home in time enough to clean house for mom, who is now bathing and preparing to be toured. Did you know she and my dad had to get it on over 32 years ago so that I could type this? How hot is that? Anyhoo, today we're touring the city and should end up on Lake Travis. Tomorrow we cook with Brooke, and then, on Friday I think we will find a good game of chicken shit bingo. Although my heart couldn't take it (it's a family thing), I keep thinking about how helpful some crank would be for the next few weeks. In the spirit of Debbilicious' hiatus-fest---or in the spirit of a nubile tween---my blogliciousness will be spotty at best.