A Mexican fellow I was treating had a rare gift of being able to read minds. My unwritten diagnosis was that he was "two sandwiches short of a picnic." In one session he asked me if I wouldn't mind thinking of him as "two tacos short of a fiesta."
Today is too slow. But then, I am supposed to be writing another batch record, so there's no real surprise there. Thinking about taking Thomas to see Superman Returns tonight as an excuse to see it again. Wonder if his Daddy already did that?