Twinkle, twinkle, little star

One of my favorite people in the whole world is a 67-year old nutjob of an econ professor. She likes to make drug references in the same breath as paeans to Reagan and lives in a geodesic dome that she made all by herself.

For years, I have campaigned heavily for a coveted spot at her dinner table, where fabled conversations have taken place. My exclusion from the table has always stung a little bit.

For my birthday, when she said she'd have me over for dinner, my face fell in shock and awe. "The thing is, the password for the residence is The ConDome," she said, "my husband picked it out."

OMG! OMG! OMG!