I'll reiterate: I've been home 1 night out of the last 10. I AM taking notes, and I AM going to catch up, and you WILL hear about Homefront Hero day, among loads of other things. I am going to work all day tomorrow, and here's what I am looking forward to doing tomorrow night, New Year's Eve 2007:
Ok, I might take a quick spin at the witching hour, in order to kiss One I Love when the ball drops, but baby, I will be long in pajama's by then. If I had my druthers, I'd stay in them until mid-February. Or so.
In the mean time, I am comforted, in my holiday chaos, by THIS new product:
Tissues infused with Vicks Vaporub. They are STRONG, too. They clear your head, and warm your body, and comfort you. They comfort you, that is, if you were slathered head to toe in Vicks, as a kid.
I've written, here, before, that I was even forced to EAT Vicks, as a kid. Read about it here, if you haven't. Imagine my surprise at one holiday party this year, when the Vicks Puffs were on the table, my off-handedly mentioning that my parents made me gobble the stuff down, and ANOTHER at the party exclaimed that he, also, was forced to eat Vicks!
No sh**!!! His parents *also* had the giant jar of Vicks Vaporub that they'd dip 2 fingers dip into, and scrape right down our throats. Said parents claiming we'd recover overnight, and...miraculously, we always did.
"GAH!," we bonded, it was disgusting! It was terrible! We were traumatized for life, and due more for the suffering we endured!
And yet, hmmmmm...we both had Vick's kleenex in our homes, and breathed deeply of them....Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....
We have died and gone to heaven, Vick's kleenex.
They should have thought of this years ago.