I�ve been reverting to ancient times to dig up an archaic dance for others� and my entertainment: The Robot. For some reason I find myself doing it at random times and the great thing is that others find it fun as well. I was over at Suzy Q�s the other day and my friend Steve came over. Law & Order (LOVE IT!) came on and when the clarinet starts in the theme song I began the robot and Steve couldn�t contain his laughter and blurted, �to the clarinet!� It�s really hard to explain without the movement and the music so I�ll leave it at that.

Brent dreamt that they would call him into work today, on his day off. And oddly enough, they called and he went. Weird! I told him to bring some roasted garlic and chickens when he gets out. I just like saying �chickens.� Whenever he tells me a story about work the word �chickens� always seems to come up. Sorry, Kristin. (She hates chickens, the word �chicken,� everything about chickens. She couldn�t stand that part with the chickens under the bed in Girl, Interrupted as well as the �eat-in-chicken� references. She loves ducks, on the other hand and who could blame her? Although we did make a sweet succulent chicken once and enjoyed it together. Something about that sounds dirty. I did not hide the carcass under my bed, though).

Again, I am in a weird mood and apologize for my ramblings. And to think my diary is being reviewed! In fact, here is the review! Thanks, Susan! And you will be happy to know, I created some diary rings today. Go check them out on my �rings� page, meaning my �rings� link now works! Yay! Also, is it just me or in the Pepsi commercial does it sound like Titney is gasping for oxygen and only coming up with helium?