One the way home, I christened it with Forbidden Places, the Meat Puppets disc so generously (and tastefully!) supplied by sobriquet in our holiday trade. On the way home, my mother, who takes great pride her singing, complimented ME on MY voice for the first time ever (better than a "that wasn't too bad"); she actually said I have a nice voice! Maybe puberty is wearing off and I am getting my near-perfect pitch back.
Add to the list of cute chicks who dig on my nail polish by a very significant one. Too bad she is A) Jailbait and B) Attached. Hey, we can still trade beauty secrets, sunshine!