...or I'm crazy.
I was sure this was going to be the first year I didn't ONCE write the previous year on my checks. I've written check after check this month without having to do this:
01/01/06 Nope. Not once. I was very proud - Until, I re-read a letter I faxed six days ago, on which I typed January 4, 1907. Ugh!! Well, at least I got the last two digits right. I just screwed up the century. So now I'm worried craziness is creeping up on me; it's one of my greatest fears (beside being completely zipped inside a mummy sleeping bag, like my uncle once did to me.)
Or maybe I'm just a crazy, time travelling fool. See! (Okay, this photo was taken at a Sixties costume party, so that explains the clothes. But what's with those eyes? There is no other explanation than I am absolutely crazy. I can't imagine what was taking place that I needed to react like that. Yeah, so I'm pretty worried that it won't be long before my daughter will have to wipe cream of wheat from my chin.)
Oh, and while I still have some working brain tissue I should defend my uncle. He had a perfect right to zip me completely (the zipper went all the way around my head, like a cacoon). You see, before that I jumped into his car and hid in the back seat while he drove (without knowing I was in the back) to go pick up his girlfriend. I popped up in the back seat yelling, "Surprise!" So I deserved to be zipped.