Skulls and Raisins

Do you ever find yourself, during one of those periods of time that you have become bored nigh unto death, just poking yourself in the face, or squeezing your face in unnatural and sometimes painful positions?  I do.  But what has really weirded me out during this activity is this:  As you are feeling/poking/stroking/pinching your face, do you ever suddenly discover that place just below your eye that your face stops being hard and just sinks into your head?  *shudders*  It is at that moment that I am suddenly very aware of the fact that my head is just flesh all over a skull.  I keep feeling around my eye because I can actually feel the great holes in my skull where my eyes go!  It's unnerving!  And then, now that my skull awareness has been raised significantly, I look in the mirror and pull my lips away from my teeth...THERE IS MORE SKULL!  Only this part of my skull is exposed!!  The more I stare at my teeth and gums and observe my eye sockets, the more I just see a skull as I look in the mirror.  It is an alarming experience.  But it is worth the effort!

I now remember why I didn't like raisins as a child.  For some reason, I thought I didn't like them because of the way the tasted...but today, I ate some, and they're okay!  As most of you may recall, raisins are nearly always found inside little red "Sun Maid" boxes.  Cute.  But it is the worst ever.  There's no way to get them out of there!  After just casually shaking some out into your hand, you suddenly find that nothing is coming out.  Others start staring when you started banging the box against your hand or the desk or the wall, holding it up to your eye to make sure there are still raisins in there, and then the little dance you do trying to get the box off your fingers once your hand gets stuck inside.  By the end, 10% of the raisins you tried to eat can be found underneath your fingernails as a result of your fight to get them out for snackage.  It is quite the ordeal for such a small box of shriveled fruit.

Still no word on this whole Nauvoo Mission thing.  I love that I feel so entitled to have received some word by now...when it's only been three days.  That's what anticipation will do to you, I suppose.