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I’m re-reading “Why Girls Are Weird” right now.  Well, maybe not RIGHT NOW.  No idea why I think I need to be 100% honest about it, but I am re-reading parts of the book while on the toilet.  It’s a funny book, and I’m always in the mood for a little pamie.  (Wouldn’t a little bathroom computer be nice - so you can catch up on your favorite websites when on the pot?  Just ignore the gross factor and think about it - everyone has a little something in the bathroom that they read, and I know I can’t be the only one who gets sick of reading the same copy of O magazine over and over again.)

Anyhow, there’s this story of the Tiny Wooden Hand that Pamie has written, where it’s Christmastime and there’s a tiny wooden hand back-scratcher that becomes a joke and one of the characters goes on and on about how he can do all kinds of things with a tiny wooden hand.  He even goes so far as to pay the pizza boy with the hand.

And then it all sounded familiar…  My not-so-secret theory is that Pamie needs to be sending the folks over at Pushing Daisies a bill for her idea.

(I have not been keeping up with Pamie’s website, so if she has already been paid by the PD people, please let me know so I can go back to sleeping at night.)