she drives my baby every which way...

Yesterday (as these posts so often begin), I slept in until 6:00 (oh boy!) & then, when I was about ready to begin Mindstorming, Trish woke up. We had a brecchie of cereal, then after her bath she played Penguins all morning. We went out to the Soup Kitchen, which had chili dogs & chicken rice soup. Then I bought some food at Albertson's, together with Trish, who insisted on buying a whole thing of eggnog, & a chocolate lover's recipe book that was no longer there. She had planned to clean in the afternoon, but wanted to call her Mom, & made the mistake of being honest about her driving. Her Mom became concerned, & Trish became angry -- her Mother wasn't trying to criticize; she was worried -- so Trish, nearly in tears, called Karen our Kaseworker. Rather than clean the kitchen -- I ran a load of dishes myself -- I let her watch the Buffster kick ass, then took her out to El Taco Loco for the incredible munchies -- had a dream about a pot pill last night; they were giving it to people to give them the munchies. Then we went over to the vid-store in order to rent the new Star Wars. We watched in the basement, to see if that's where the mysterious clunking sound was coming from. Never heard it last night. When we went back upstairs, to worship in the Church of Ooga-Chugga, we took along the space heater, in order to stick it in the bedroom. Since there's already an extension cord there, for the a/c, I simply plugged it in there & moved it next to the bathroom door. Trish was worried about it being possibly a fire hazard, but it's got a thermostat on it & doesn't get hot enough to be dangerous. At least Ooga-Chugga Religion wasn't too cool, basking in the warmth of the electric heater. & so it goes. (I am really Curt Vague-&-Nuts. I wrote Venus on the Half-Shell, but lost all the buckadingdongs in the lawsuit.)