Lynn Raye Harris

Today, it’s off to see my stylist for highlights and a trim, then off to do a little bit of last minute shopping, and then perhaps a trip to the antique store (I hear my hubby scream).

Nothing new or interesting to report. We watched more holiday fare on the movie screen last night. Very fun. A CHRISTMAS STORY, which I love. How about these favorite lines:

“Dadgummit, blob!”

“Ohhhh, fuuuuudge.” Only I didn’t say “Fudge.” I said THE word, the big one, the queen-mother of dirty words, the “F-dash-dash-dash” word!

“Naddafinga!”

Only one thing in the world could’ve dragged me away from the soft glow of electric sex gleaming in the window.

In the heat of battle my father wove a tapestry of obscenities that as far as we know is still hanging in space over Lake Michigan.

I don’t ever remember wanting one specific thing so badly that I was obsessed with it like little Ralphie is with that Red Ryder BB gun. Well, maybe a pony. I got one of those when I was six, but I don’t remember it being for Christmas. I remember I wanted a black pony; I got a red pony with a blond mane and tail. And she wasn’t nearly as cooperative as my imaginary pony, that’s for sure!

What was your best gift ever? Did you ever obsess about something like Ralphie does in the movie? If you got it, was it every thing you’d dreamed?