Crazy can even be fun.
And now, just because your emotional well-being and sense of normalcy is so important to me (I'm such a giver!), here is a rundown of the latest semaine de fou at the BCD house. I promise you will feel much more well-adjusted and superior once you read. XO from me.
1. Mother Teresa's Centenary Birthday Bash, NYC
Now, of course I was unable to attend myself (okay, I wasn't invited either), but just knowing about the existence and nature of this party was a hell of a kick-off to crazy. The Empire State Building, blue comedy by Jackie Mason, flowing champagne, punk rock and after-parties. If the Saint of Clacutta isn't twirling in her grave (or, sorry, in her "Glory") over this, then I ain't German. Doch!
2. Refrigerator of the Living Dead.
You know how your fridge runs fine, then dies, killing off all your food in the night like a fiendish werewolf (what, you don't call your refrigerator "Lupus?"), then runs fine so you buy more food, then dies...
3. Schoolhouse Rocks.
Oh, wait, I meant to say "sucks." Back-to-school isn't just a time in the calendar, it is a season, a whole state of mind, and for some of us, a possible future cause of death (yes, SoS, I may die). My lads are only out of school for 5 weeks in the summer, and by the end of it I am seriously considering radically alternative lifestyles (hermitage, traveling carnival barker, murderous felon, nun). I love my children but they have the kinetic energy of Niagra Falls and the intensity of a nova. It is a 5 week Iron Man of round-the-clock parenting that would turn Dr. Spock into a gibbering idiot and make Father Avram seem like a wussie.
4. Spring Cleaning.
Yah, I start it in August. That's how bad it is and how long it's gonna take me.
5. The Damn Democrats.
It's an election year and I'm a little bit political.
So, you get the gist. Sanity returns tomorrow (let us pray).
p.s. Thanks Tio T. for taking us for a State Fair escape to another kind of crazy!