Gave up yet another anxiety-reducing day at the gym for a mad xmas shopping dash. Was put in resentful frame of mind toward fellow man and season in general.
Mood slightly lifted to overhear in elevator:
“and he was, like, completely unable to grope them!”
and then found this delicious spam email title:
“PenisMountainousBlanche”
Where does the mental image settle? on pervy desserts, a la J3’s bachelorette cake? A Streetcar Named Desire? The bottom half of Mt. Rushmore? I find I am quite distracted from my Grinchiness.