Last night I was awoke no less than three times by disturbing dreams where I had put my fingers into something unfortunate and of undescrible smelliness. When my alarm finally went off this morning I realized that the finger tips on both of my hands were punguent with the smell of an onion I had chopped for dinner. One shower with three kinds of soap later I was still finger stinky. Tonight I wore surgical gloves during onion chopping.
Happy new years.
I hope Kathy Griffin crosses new boundaries tonight. That is why I am going to be watching.