river deep, mountain high.

When I was a little girl I didn't have a rag doll, but I did have a puppy. He didn't follow me around though-- he bit my neighbor.

I've never been high on anything other than life (unless you count the time my youth group leader gave me drugs that she thought to be Tylenol and turned out not to be, leading to an emergency trip to the Dardanelle Hospital), but last night may have been the most wonderful high of my life (to date)-- seeing Celine Dion perform live. Directly in front of me, actually.

She is the most absurdly ridiculous person to ever live and she puts on a hell of a show.

I hope someday to give my children a gift as great as the one I gave myself last night. But, until that happens I'll continue to re-enact the show in my living room on a fairly regular basis.