Kiss kiss.

Um, problem: I’ve had Elmo in my head for a month straight now. “Elmo had four ducks, quack quack quack quack, four birds of a feather.” Do you know that one? Here’s how it all started... my mother came for a visit and won Piper’s adoration and affection by getting her addicted to Elmo videos on you tube. Sadly, I’ve continued the bad habit. I won’t try to justify my reasons for letting the Pip Squeak indulge in some Elmo once in a while. Let’s just say that, on several occasions, Elmo has saved the day. Unfortunately, the little bugger has burned himself into my brain (and Piper’s too), right in that special place that lets no memory escape. Why can’t useful information be stored there? Why oh why?

How are we going to get that red monster out of our heads? Too bad they don’t do colonics for the brain. Oh the joys.