Last weekend I saw a great movie. Enchanted. I told my students about it, but most were not impressed in the least. They are only impressed when we discuss movies that involve decapitation, blood, and guts. This movie definitely doesn’t qualify.

So the gist of Enchanted is that Giselle is a cartoon. And she lives in this perfect cartoon world. She wonders “Where oh where is my true love?” And within minutes (this is a perfect world, after all), she is in distress from a giant, globby ogre and guess who rides up (literally) to save the day? This totally hot cartoon guy. And within seconds they are in love. Call that unrealistic, but frankly, any guy who would save me from something that looks like a giant booger, I’m all his. So things happen and Gisella gets sent to a land that “never has happy endings.” They call this place New York City. (I call it a great place to buy a purse.)

And Giselle is so out of her element. She wears ball gowns. She consorts with nature’s creatures. But most importantly, she sings whenever the mood strikes. And dances. Like when she just can’t seem to find the right words, it’s okay because she is suddenly struck with the most perfect random choreography. You might say this is unrealistic, too, but no. It’s not. Haven’t you ever been in an awkward situation and you’re stumped for something to say? And wouldn’t you love to just break into singing and dancing and diffuse the moment?

“What? You think I jammed the copy machine and then walked off and left it for someone else to take care of? I have nothing to say! ...But I will throw myself in the floor and do the worm.”

“No, Boss, I don’t know why the clock says I’m twenty minutes late. So strange. But this musical number just popped into my head. Would you like to see it?” Let's face it, sometimes the only thing that can make a situation better is some jazz hands.

And haven’t you ever been so nervous and tongue tied that busting out in song would make it all better? Or a certain song would sum up your feelings best? Here are some examples.

When you want to thank the pilot for not smashing your plane into a mountain. “You raise me up! So I can soar with eagles! And I am stronger…when I am on your shoulders..."

When someone asks me what I want to see a lot of in the month of January: “Ice, ice, baby!”

When you come home and wonder if Fido has been taken for a walk. “Who let the dogs out? Woo! Woo! Woo!”

When you are sick of driving and just think you’ll put it on cruise and nap a bit. “Jesus, take the wheel! Take it from my hand...”

When you go to the freezer and see that at some point you ate the last of the Ben and Jerry’s. And though you have no memory of it, the ice cream is gone. “What hurts the most was being so close and having so much to say. And watching you walk away. And never knowing. What could have been. And not seeing that loving you is what I was tryin’ to do!”

When you throw on sweats that don’t match, hair in a ball cap, and run to the store for mere seconds…and see everyone you ever went to high school with. “I’m bringing sexy back...”

When you’re hours away from Christmas break and can’t take anymore…
"S.O.S. please someone help me.
It's not healthy... for me to feel this way
Y.O.U. are making this hard,
I can't take it, see it don't feel right
S.O.S. please someone help me
It's not healthy... for me to feel this way
Y.O.U. are making this hard."

When the barista tells you they are all out of whipped cream.
"That I dug my key into the side of his pretty little souped up 4 wheel drive,
carved my name into his leather seats...
I took a Louisville slugger to both headlights,
slashed a hole in all 4 tires..."

When you get that Christmas present from that certain relative who shops at the place where things cannot be returned. “Your presents stink, and they are an insult to good shopping! You are hereby erased from the family tree! And your holiday sweater is ugly too!” Okay, that’s not actually a real song. But it should be.

So see, songs can say so much. Especially when combined with some strategically placed flora and fauna. And a big poofy dress. Give it a try this weekend.
Or at least go see the movie.

Day two at work without any email.
That's right--can you imagine? It's been sheer torture.

So we're all about energy conservation at my school. (Seriously, we have somebody whose job as "Energy Czar" is just to monitor our energy use and constantly pop in and out of the buildings AT NIGHT and check to see if our stuff is all turned off.) So I had to turn off my computer over the Thanksgiving Break. And it got mad. And lonely. And scared. And cold.
And just gave up.
When I came in Monday morning and pushed the beautiful power button. . . nothing happened.
I broke out in a sweat and started panicking. I tried EVERYTHING to get to power on.
Even administrered mouth to mouth. (Which was a little awkward.)

But anyway, it was DEAD. So the whole day I found myself just automatically going to my computer to see if I had email. But I didn't. Because I only had a corpse of a computer. At our school ALL our communication is done via email. And we're so large that I rarely see any other adults, and the only communication I have is via the computer. I was TOTALLY cut off, I tell you! Do you even understand my pain? They should've given me paid time off to grieve in peace until the problem was resolved.

Enter DAY TWO.
Today.
Still no computer. And nobody really doing anything about it.
And just when I was at the point of not being able to carry on any further, I get an email tonight.
Tomorrow morning there will be a new computer waiting for me! Woo-hoo!
I can see clearly now the rain is gone! Doodley, doo, (insert other words here) Here is the rainbow I've been wishing on! Or something like that. . .
But I hope they don't take down my illegal extension jack.

So other than that, no news to report. I'm just glad I didn't have to rally all of you to prayer for my computer-less work day.

But I am distressed over Hulk Hogan's wife filing for divorce. Like I told my friend Kari, I think maybe you can only love a man in spandex for so long.

And so far Brit's custody case is closed to the public. Which is a shame because it would've made for some good reality TV with all the network shows moving into reruns.

Have a great Wednesday.

Mondays... they're way too frequent. And why do they have to follow a weekend? Why make the worst day of the week follow the best TWO DAYS of the week? BUT...I only have to get through this week then I get to wear JEANS through all the month of December at school! YIPPEE!! All because I donated money to a local charity. And only 25 bucks! Is that not the best deal ever? I would donate a KIDNEY in order to wear jeans to work all month, but they only asked for twenty-five george's instead. Wearing jeans makes me very, very happy. And makes me a better teacher. It's a win-win situation for everyone. The only way to possibly top it would be an all-sweats-January. (Are you listening, school administrators?)

If you've been around long enough, you KNOW that I have these mad rhyme skills. I was just born with it. Much like Prince William was born with good looks, Orlando Bloom good hair, and Dolly Parton her...um friends...but me? I was born with the ability to touch hearts with my soul-opening-poetry.

Here's my Monday gift to you. I call it. . . Oh, Jeans.

Oh, Jeans
Jeans, you are so lovely.
Jeans, you are so true.
I think of you often.
I like you cuz you're blue.

Jeans mean I don't wear heels.
Jeans mean I don't wear hose.
Jeans mean I have laughter in my heart
And sometimes it comes out my nose.

Denim is a heavenly fabric.
God surely was behind Levi and Strauss.
And now I'm kinda stuck here.
Cause I need to use the word "blouse."

Jeans make me feel oh so special.
Jeans don't make me feel under the weather.
Bet you wish you could wear jeans in Dec.
Then we could all be happy together!

(insert snapping and clapping here).
Thank you, thank you.

Speaking of charities, a few weeks ago my church did something we call Blessing Baskets. We assemble a bunch of food in sacks (Blessing Sacks doesn't sound as nice) and distribute it to those in need. It's always a really cool time. Lots of people come out to help. And no one is too small to pitch in. Like this little guy:


He was totally eyeing the cans of chili. Which I happen to have been guarding.

Finally, I've seen a few movies lately. Saw Fred Claus. I really wanted to like it--but I didn't. Maybe I'm an Elf devotee, so maybe I thought it would be along those lines. Saw Dan in Real Life. Didn't like it either. But my friends really did, so who knows. (Okay, I do! It stunk! I'm totally right here!) Also saw Enchanted. More on that later, but it was a TWO THUMBS UP!!!

I think I'm having delayed tryptophan reactions. Suddenly I'm very, very sleepy. This could be serious. I might need to stay home from work and observe this. . .

Have a great Monday.

Just a quick post. It's only 7:44 p.m. here, but I should've been in bed two hours ago. Seems Early Bird Sales (I capitalize it because it's a holy time for my family members) start even EARLIER this year--four a.m. If you check the JCPenney online ad it says "Open At Four" then there's an asterisk. The fine print reads: Unless prohibited by state. The shopping hour of four a.m. is so indecent some states have OUTLAWED it!!! Unfortunately Arkansas isn't one of them. . .

So in a few hours I guess I will be getting back up. I will brush my teeth, throw on the sweats closest to my reach, and head out the door and join the rest of the ladies of my family. And I will wonder again why we don't make it a gift card holiday.

A few years ago on Black Friday I was walking around the juniors department of a store, and I felt this pinching in the buttal area of my jeans. (If buttal isn't a word, it should be.) The pinching turned into burning, but I just kept walking around, despite the fact that invisible hot pokers were apparently hiding in my pants. So we finish shopping and run to the car to drive to the next spot, the sun still not even up yet. I sit down, strap myself in. At the first light, I feel something different in the buttal area. Tiny legs. I raise out of the seat, yank my jeans down, and there...is a wasp.

Yup. Trying to hibernate in my jeans.
Either it stung itself to death or I suffocated it with my butt flab.
And no, the other cars at the stop light didn't see. It was too FREAKIN' EARLY!

So if you are shopping on Black Friday beware of people stealing parking spots, pressure to buy the latest Elmo who can do only God knows what this year (and frankly until it's CLEAN MY HOUSE ELMO, I'm not interested), and...most of all do not ignore any burning sensations.

May the force be with us.
See you next Monday.

Once again it's time to reflect upon the things I am thankful for.

1. I'm thankful that Michael Jackson no longer lives in this country. I don't know why I care, but somehow I sleep better knowing he's elsewhere.

2. For my family not sending out MISSING alerts on me. With the writing and working situation what it is, I don't know if they remember me. But I will be the one in line for pie Thursday. Holding the extra big plate. And Tupperware containers to take home.

3. For fajitas. Oh, dear fajitas, I can't imagine a world without you. Though my butt probably could...

4. For tryptophans in turkey. This is the amino acid that makes you sleepy after your big family dinner. In my family, nap time is met with scorn, so I like that I can blame my rogue napping ways on turkey. Once a year I can snooze without being jarred away with questions like, "Shouldn't you be out cleaning your garage or mopping your driveway?"

5. I'm thankful they didn't have Teen Vogue when I was a kid. I pick up the mag now for research for my new series, and let me just say it celebrates fashion, excess, and anorexia. While I celebrate fajitas...

6. The writer's strike. I don't really get to watch TV anymore anyway, though I love it so. Now everyone gets to join in the misery of life without doses of television. And you people wonder why I'm crabby all the time? Feel my pain!

7. I'm grateful Oprah's Favorite Things episode was today, and once again, I wasn't on it. I simply couldn't store all that cool, free stuff. But...ONE DAY, OPRAH WINFREY!!! ONE DAY!!!

8. I'm thankful I don't have school. And for my students reading this: No, I won't miss you. I'll see your faces soon enough. And if you see me shopping on Black Friday, you are to walk the other way and pretend you never saw me. Unless you're buying me a gift. Then I'd be glad to talk to you.

9. I'm appreciative of the fact that a local store is opening at four a.m. for Friday's shopping, but I won't be a part of it. I'm taking a stand. NO. The only people up at four a.m. are third shift workers and crack dealers.

10. I'm thankful you stop by my blog throughout the week! (Awwwww.....) One day I will reward you with something to say that's actually significant and meaningful. But that's a long way off. Like 2048 or something.

Happy Thanksgiving to all!

Okay, for all of you who have been asking about Paula Abdul, yes she's THAT short! And that's really cute that some of you GOOGLED her height and it SAYS she's taller than me at 5'2, but she's NOT! She is NOT taller than me! Stars change their height and weight stats just like they change their names. I totally could've towered over her. In fact, I tried, but security intervened...

So let's go back to my Oprah and Denzel experience. Here are some more pics.
Here's Denzel exiting the building.


"Where is Jen at? Oh, I know my life would be complete if I could just catch a glimpse of her!" I'm over here, Denzel. This 400 pound woman is standing in front of me and she's been discussing her plans for you for the past 30 minutes. Run, Denzel! Run!

This is a picture of Oprah's butt. In a leather skirt. That probably cost more than my car.

And here's Oprah and her entourage.


She and I did make eye contact. And then she said, "Jen, I'd love to feature your books on my show." And I was like, "No, O, you need to pick a boring classic again. Maybe a book in which people die and it's all depressing and people want to slit their wrists when they're done reading." And she's like, "Good idea."

Here's the security guy I was standing behind. See that thing in his ear? It was connected to people who are connected to Oprah!!


If you've ever seen clips of Britney Spears, when she's driving, she is HOUNDED by paparazzi. She can barely move her vehicle. Here's the Arkansas version of paparazzi.

Here is a final picture.

"Bye, Jen. I have to go now because these four inch heels are killing me and the leather skirt is melting to my legs.Stedman sends his best. Let's do lunch really soon, now, 'kay? Air kiss!"

I have seen FIVE stars this week. Five! Cinco! Before I get into last Saturday's super star sighting, let me show you who I saw today. The pictures are of course awful! She was right in front of me and my camera would NOT cooperate!


Okay, if you close your left eye and squint with the right, you will clearly see that you are looking at none other than Miss Paula Abdul. For real. She was at my high school for a dance conference and showed our girls some moves. I was not invited, which hurts my tender feelings, so along with two other teachers, had to sneak in a back door. And bust out a window. And clip a wire on the security system. And dress in camo. But we got in. When Jennifer Jones smells celebrity, you cannot keep her away!

Here she is again.

"Come on, Jen. Get down here and shake your groove thang...before security escorts you out." And I'm all like, "No, no, Paula. I don't want to show you up. We both know how sensitive you are."

Not only is she sensitive (please reference every episode ever aired of American Idol if you don't believe me), but she's also extremely short! And I don't mean maybe. Check out this photo of Paula standing next to our athletic director...

She's like, "Am I in the land of the giants? Please don't eat me!" Paula is what you call teeny tiny.

And now...drum roll please...
Saturday morning, I was at the Wal-Mart home offices at 6:35 a.m., when normally I am pillow deep in sleepy time, and ...well, BEHOLD!!!

On your left you have Denzel Washington, known for fine movies such as The Hurricane, in which he totally got the Oscar shaft. Then in the middle you have OPRAH WINFREY!!!!! Can you even believe it??? And on your far right you have Wal-Mart CEO, Lee Scott. There was also a famous producer there named Harvey Weinstein, who has produced every movie ever made apparently, but I didn't really know him. But IMDb.com says he used to weigh 300 pounds, so I don't know if he's very successful movie-wise, but apparently he has enjoyed some Jenny Craig success.

The three celebs were there to talk about their new movie, The Debaters. Oprah was a co-producer and Denzel directs and stars. You can Google it if you want the skinny on it, but the trailer was good!

But I was like FIFTEEN feet away from Lady O. Not even kidding.
Well, there are more pics and joyous moments from this event, but they will have to wait until next Monday. No, please don't email me and beg me to share before then because I won't, I tell you. But if I do run into my sixth celebrity for the week, I'll be sure and post that. Especially if they are shorter than Paula. Because that would just be freakishly weird.

Happy Weekend!

So Monday I stopped by a local junior high to talk to seventh, eighth, and ninth graders. It was interesting. (I doubt they'd say the same...)

Speaking to schools is not a comfortable feeling. Yeah, I do it every day as a teacher, but to go speak as someone who writes books...not too cozy. "Hey, kids, even though there are a 100 things you'd rather I discuss, let's talk about ME! And writing--everyone LOVES writing! Woo-hoo!" So as you look out into the audience, here's what you hope to see:

Well, minus some of the creepy leers. But look at that unbridled enthusiasm that just screams, "No, seriously, we'd love to hear you go on about yourself for ANOTHER hour! We could do this all day! Do you really have to go?"

But this is more like what you do see.

If you magnify that 50x, the whole back row is drooling out of boredom.

Okay, it wasn't THAT bad, but next time I think I'm going to have some tricks up my sleeve. Like give my entire schpiel on a unicycle. Everyone loves unicycles! Or I'll tell them that J.K. Rowling and I are total BFF's. We shop at Harrod's together all the time. Or I'll just hand out some Benjamins.

And thanks to the kids who came up after every session to talk to me. I know your principal paid you, but still. It was a nice touch. (No, seriously, you guys better keep on writing! And you know who you are!)

So then today my classroom got swarmed by a flock of students who look like this:

Hey, guys, some of you really need to look into getting your faces waxed. Girls, don't you want dates for prom? Take it from me, girls who need to shave their faces do not get the pick of the litter on razzle dazzle night.

Just kidding! Like I'd tell you if I had excessive facial hair! (Okay, I might not tell you, but you know I'd post pictures.)

And then look at this shot.

Look at the teachers in the background. The one on the left (Hello, Mr. Halevy!) is like, "Hark! There're wild animals in her classroom! Should we sound the alarm? Do we have an emergency response plan for this? Super Tall Teacher, you take the one with the wings and spandex, and I'll get the ones with tails sticking out of their drawers."

Actually no one came in to save me from wild beasts and bees. It kind of hurt my feelings. What if they hadn't been cast members of Jungle Book? What if they had been a secret animal/insect mafia, intent to cause funny business and hijinx for one short teacher? I would never have just walked on. I personally would've sprang into action. (And we wonder why I've yet to receive teacher of the decade?!)

Friday I will reveal the ultra cool celebrities (I mean TOP NOTCH!) I saw this past weekend. I've been sitting on it ALL WEEK!!! I have pictures and everything! Put on your thinking caps, because unless you've seen my pics on Facebook, you'll never guess!

Happy Monday!
Hope you had a good weekend. I sure did!
Friday night I stayed home and "worked." Okay, well, that was the plan. Somehow I managed to get nothing done.

Saturday morning...well, that will be a post for another day. But it was a stinkin' cool Saturday.

And Saturday night...Chris Tomlin concert! Woo-Hoo! It was a lot of fun, despite the fact that the concert was at a track arena. WHO has a concert at an indoor track? Well, apparently Chris Tomlin does.

Here's me and my good friend Kim eating out before the concert.

Nothing prepares a girl for some hot Tomlin time like homemade fries. For you, Chris Tomlin, I consume fatty, batter-fried potatoes.

Here we all are. Looking spiffy and proud of our front row seats (in the TRACK arena).


Here's the man himself, singing like the facility doesn't stink like gym socks and Gatorade.


Here's a good shot. Look at him scanning the crowd for me...


And then there's Chris doing his Braveheart imitation. He's shouting my name like a war cry. "Jennifer!!! These track lights are blinding me and I can't see you!"


And then there's this shot, where it looks like a giant hand is picking his nose. Oh, to be that hand..


Seriously, if you haven't experienced a Tomlin concert, GET you some tickets!!! And Louie Giglio is traveling with him, too. He's a fired up, talented speaker.

More on my weekend of celebrities later.
Today I'm speaking at a local junior high--home to lots of mini-celebrities!

I'm really lazy, so I thought I would post my blog entry from Girls, God, and the Good Life.

I struggle with negativity. (Can a sister get an amen?)

A friend of mine (who does not struggle with negativity, though I still like her...) told me about these bracelets that people at work were wearing. Apparently on Oprah this pastor told about his campaign for a "Complaint Free World" and his mission to make the world a more positive place. The idea is that you wear this bracelet and every time you gossip or say something negative, you switch the bracelet to the other wrist. Soon you will be switching the bracelet less and less!

I tried this.
I didn't get the cool pink bracelet, but instead used a ponytail holder (because I'm negativeand cheap). And every time I would say something unnecessarily snarky, the bracelet would have to move to my other wrist. Guess what...it worked.

Now I'm not totally cured (not even close), but it did work in that it has really made me think before I speak (this is a new concept for me). I have taken some time off from the bracelet, but during the weeks I wore it, I would genuinely stop and think, "Is this comment WORTH moving the bracelet?" It became like a game--and I didn't want to lose.

But life got busy, and I soon forgot my cheap ponytail holder in the early morning rush.
And you know what? I easily slipped back into my old ways.
This bracelet isn't magical. But it did make me more aware of the things that I think and say.

I dare YOU to try it. Grab a cool bracelet, a ponytail holder, a rubber band, something, and take the bracelet challenge. I'm going back to it. Come on--join me. Let's all be stinkin' positive together.
: )

So some big shot architects have unveiled their version of a green home. You can read about it HERE. This five bedroom, four bath wonder is really into recycling. It includes a chair made of trashed margarine containers. (A lot of muffin eating went into making that chair.) And it has a lovely bench constructed of recycled milk cartons. I bet that smells really good. And the wood exterior of the house is wood that is in it's third life. The previous life being a bridge. Okay, if the bridge was so bad that it had to be torn down, then I really don't want a house built with that wood. We have tornadoes around here, and I don't want to be in a home with the security of a box of toothpicks.

In case you were bored and wanting to fill your hours with thoughts of Thanksgiving, HERE is a little (not quite so) fun. It's not nearly as good as the skeleton hangman, and the mysterious swarm of turkeys is a little obnoxious.

Also on that site, you can read hilarious holiday jokes. Like which cat discovered America? Christofurry Columbus.
Oh, my side hurts from laughing.
And: Who's not hungry at Thanksgiving?
Answer: The turkey. He's already stuffed.
Um, yeah, and he's dead.

HERE is the best "oh so bored in November" website. I could play that for hours. Those little rascals are hard to hit.

Finally, I have somebody brilliant slaving away on my new website. Check out my preview page!! It's already cool!

Happy Wednesday. Share some lame jokes with someone you love.
Or thoroughly dislike. Whichever.

Happy Monday! Have you accomplished anything significant yet? I have! I hate to brag at my skills, but I just single-handedly ate ALMOST an entire pint of Ben and Jerry's Strawberry Cheesecake. Yes, indeed. See, I thought, "I'll just have a few bites." But then the graham cracker crust bits started calling my name, and I thought, "How many bites will it take until they're all gone?" Not many. If Ben and Jerry's was a drug...those who love me would probably have staged a few interventions by now.

Speaking of healthy, did you know Katie Holmes ran in the NY Marathon? Sure did. E! and Yahoo were surprised. Why? Cyborgs can do anything!

I don't know about where you live, but here in Arkansas, the trees are so pretty and the leaves are falling. It's so fall-like.




That's my back yard. (Do you think that qualifies as a holler? I've always wanted one.)

Tomorrow night it's supposed to get down into the twenties! And you know what that makes me think of? You guessed it, snow!!! The Farmer's Almanac says we might get snow for Thanksgiving. Oh, could we? Please? I would totally give thanks for that! I would trade my yams and cranberry jello mold for some snow days. Let's all begin praying now... "Dear Lord, please give me some snow. The school-closing variety..."

Does anyone else have random crap in their yard? I don't mean the typical toilet seat on the front porch or car on blocks. (Cause who doesn't have that?) I mean just random stuff. So this summer I had my deck refinished and they moved the deck items into the yard. And I'm a busy person (translation: lazy), so I um...never moved it back. Well, I moved the big stuff. But not this little green table and ugly mat that needs to be thrown away. So my poor yard guy (lead singer of the fabulous band The Truth About Movie Stars). You can check out TTAMS super cool MySpace page HERE. I'm not a big MySpace fan, but I love their page. Wait, I'm off track. What was I talking about? Oh, yeah, random crap in my back yard. So poor Lead Singer has to move my random table and mat every time he mows. I know he thinks I'll remember it and move it, but I always forget! The truth is, unless there is snow on it or pretty trees, I do not think about my back yard. Anyway, this is what it looks like.


So last night I had some friends over for dinner and they were on my deck. It was dark and hard to see. One says, "What is that?"
I say, "Oh, that's my septic system cap."
"No. On it. Is that...is that a table?"
"Um...yes." Why didn't I ever move that? "Sometimes I like to go out there and have tea."

Hope you have a productive Monday. If nothing else, tackle a pint of Chunky Monkey.

Children getting hurt is never funny.
Unless it's this video.
And before you flame me, this cheerleader was not hurt, and if CNN can report it, so can I.

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Notice how not a SINGLE football player stops to pick her up? Not even the B string in the back. It's all fun and games until a cheerleader gets mowed down.

But you know children really are our future. It should make you feel really good about our country that many of us are teaching your next generation of leaders. This week I asked my classes, "What's our country's motto?" One kid said, "Always low prices?"

I'm always impressed with other people's talented pets. Especially cats. My cat can barely find his water bowl. He's five and still sticks his paw in there like, "What is this? Every day I come to this spot and there's more water..."


Thanks for all the compliments on In Between's debut on the Arkansas Year of the Book poster. In case you missed her comment, my good friend Erin found the pdf version HERE if you want to see it up close and personal. Or if you want to laminate it and send it to distant relatives for Christmas. Oh, you could print them out and make them into Christmas, Hanukkah, or Kwanzaa cards! Or you could get that iron-on paper and we could all make t-shirts with them! Place mats? Wall paper your bathroom?

Have a great weekend. And just for the record, I want to make it known that Panera's cherry salad dressing is disgusting. I thought I was being all healthy and eating a salad, but it's going to take at least two Snickers and a Butterfinger to get this taste out of my mouth.

Now your weekend is complete.