Mash Trash

According to a rather heated game of MASH last night (you know, the Mansion/Apartment/Squat?/House game favored by seventh graders in study hall), my future is looking pretty good, in a desolate, crazy way.

- I will live in a house, married to the ever swarthy and always sesual Ginuwine. (Yes!)

- I will be employed as the village idiot.

- My car will be a paper bag with a car drawn on it.

- My children will be tumors. (But I'm still having a baby shower, before they're removed.)

- I will live in a cacti forest with my pet alpaca.

- My income will be more yonies.

- My wedding dress will be made of sand.

- And I will be wearing my hair in the ever fashionable, always timeless, perm.