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I'm feeling pretty lucid this morning, which -- despite any appearances -- I have not the last few days. I don't remember a lot of them. Apparently last night I just stood up in the middle of the movie we were watching in the living room and said I had to go to bed, so I did. I guess I knew what I was doing.

We were watching Despicable Me, which we finished this morning. For those of you who haven't seen it, the hero, Gru, has a bunch of minions, small yellow-coloured guys in goggles and worksuits. Some of the minions have two eyes and some only have one, which FASCINATES my mother. She spent most of last night's viewing and all of this morning's speculating about why.



So far her theories are that the one-eyed minions are babies that grow up in to two-eyed minions; that the one-eyed minions are men and the two-eyed minions are women (I may have laughed a lot about the whole "one eyed minion" thing at this point), or that their jobs are specialized by number of eyes.

She has also called me "happy meal" at least five times, after the line in the movie where a guy yells "Zip it, Happy Meal!" at the child he's kidnapped.

I am feeling the love.