80s Lyric for the day: You should have known by the tone in my voice, Baby, But you didn’t listen You played dead, but you never bled Instead you lay still in the grass All coiled up and hissing My beloved and I settled down the other night with a plate of (vegetarian) burgers, stuffing, and green beans, to watch some of the old claymation classics that I just bought (this was after I set the burger buns on fire, but that’s a secret).  I never thought I’d be that girl who watches tv while she eats, but the miniscule dug-out-of-the trash table in my kitchen/dining room/breakfast nook  is covered in Christmas…

My father is a terrible snoop.  He revels in our inability to surprise him on holidays.  He tear through closets and climb under beds, he will browse wallets for tell tale receipts and snoop through credit card bills for suspicious charges – in short, he’s impossible to surprise, and so we’ve just stopped trying.   Apparently, my boyfriend is attempting to prove the old adage that you marry (in this case, date) your father.   Yes, I caught him snooping in my receipts last night, and I think he knows what I’ve gotten him for Christmas.  So, if I have any readers at all, will you please tell me what I…