10:50 am - The right to bare arms

For a few years now, my mom has been making this weird reference to skinny people's tiny arm muscles looking like mice. She'll say stuff like "Oh look, she's got the little mice" while flipping though magazines, or "If I keep lifting weights, maybe I can have... you know, the mice. In the arms!"

To reiterate: for unknown reasons, my mother wants it to look like there are mice in her arms. She thinks "the mice" look really attractive. Add this to reasons why DR loves Dee.

Still... huh? Why mice? Why any living animal, for that matter? And are they mice that run around, or do they just get stuck, under the skin? Muscles can't exactly switch locations.

I don't really understand the mice, but at this point I just play along. It hasn't been easy: She's brought them up so many times that during bicep-baring season, if I catch her even glancing in the general vicinity of my arms, I imagine her thinking to herself, "Hmm... Annie should really try and develop some mice." Or I fear she'll eventually come right out and say it: "A, you know what would look great with that top? The mice."

My sister and I refer to these choice analogies as Dee-isms. Just like deism, which is appropriate considering the source.

In last night's O.C., Kirsten's shoulder blade looks ready to pop out of her skin. I'm imagining the Dee-ism, but with Kirsten, it's more like a rock-solid worm lodged on top of her shoulder, trying to wriggle its way out at all costs. Look closely, and there are even two little shadows that look like they could be antennae. Or the wriggler could be something mechanical, like a ticking bomb or an in-body computer.... like something out of Alias or the movie Species. What if this show suddenly got all sci-fi on us and Kirsten stood up clutching her vodka bottle... now a robot? I'd flip the F out.