As has been noted in the previous comment thread, TODAY IS MY BIRTHDAY! Reading the thread, however, it's not clear whether I should have more fun celebrating my birthday or going back to mid-town to try to find a wealthy octogenarian woman who's a little unstable and creatively tormenting her.
I'm going to take Vince's advice (even though he wasn't really offering any). Yup. I'm baking today...and I'm gonna do it like an eight year old. I'm going to peek under the towel every five minutes to see if the bread dough is rising. I'm going to get flour all over myself (ooops, did that already). I'm going to have something childish for dinner.
And I think I'll make this really work by setting the Way-Back Machine to 1968. I want me some verisimilitude. Damn! Wish I knew where my Slinky, Hula-Hoop, Clackers and Lawn Darts got to.
P.S. Once I hop in the Way-Back Machine I will temporarily cease to know the meaning, pronunciation and spelling of versi...very...smileytudes!
P.P.S. I think the poor old lady has had enough.