Things you can't do if you're famous--AND--Dude, where's my Ego?

If you're famous, you can't dance crazily in your car with the windows down to Art of Noise's version of Kiss and have s a little kid in the car next to you open his window and happily wave to you Just Because You're Fun, not because you're Famous. If I'd a pulled a stunt like that as the Famous Person I once wished to be, I'd be hanging out with Britney Spears lamenting anything I'd ever done publicly...

In other news, Dude, where's my ego? Yesterday a car on the freeway Totally cut me off and I DID NOT fly the bird. *gasp* In fact, I did not Even CARE. I'm looking for the pod because my identity has most certainly been 'napped and replaced. Today in Costco--yes, I went to Costco on Christmas Eve--there was Pure Madness. I thought surely if I wasn't run down in the parking lot, I'd be run down in the aisles. Samples? Yeah, if you're willing to Die for them. No thanks. Even Little Dude sensed the craziness and did not perform his usual Costco Chant (ILovesamplesILovesamplesILovesamples...). I looked diligently up and down every aisle for my Ego, but try as I might, I couldn't find it. I let people pass me, I let them stand in my way, I just didn't care. Not in a Eff This sort of way, just in a happy-doodling-along sort of way. Like Pooh in The Tao Of Pooh. When I got to the parking lot and saw the way the Giant SUV had parked next to me so that I couldn't easily move my car I thought I'd get mad. I Tried to be upset. The woman arrived at said vehicle at the same time. I opened my mouth to say something snarky, and out came, "I'll wait for you and let you pull out to make it easier for you." And I Smiled! At someone else's Transgression! If That's not a sign that the word will end in 2012, I don't know what is...