Off to Grandmother's house I go...kinda

Merry Christmas to you all with a little Stroke 9:

This just in...where to begin
Grin and bear it, it's bear and grim
Adoration, titilation, I'm the victim now
Because she's figured me out
She lights my candle, she has a handle on me
It's going well but I'm scared as hell
That she'll figure me out

She thinks it's sacred to be naked
But I don't care, 'cause she's had me there
You see she's figured me out
And I wanna shout at the top of my lungs now
But oh my god, if she hears me she'll come running in...

These are my hands,
these are my faults
These are my plans
These are my nasty little thoughts
I wrote 'em down for you to contemplate
at a later date

(Washin' + Wonderin' AKA the "Nasty Little Thoughts" Version)

Ah yes, aint that fresh -- sorry, I do believe I'm still drunk from all of the celebrating this week. I've had so much fun and, of course, I am an incredibly lucky girl. I love all of you kids, time to go visit the fam for a few days though (I will be without computer access WILL I SURVIVE?!) hope everyone has an enjoyable holiday.

~Steph