Conversation with a mentaly derranged woman when asked what was the thing that pushed her-
I had a friend who talked to much....it drove me nuts.

So, it happens.

Talked to an old timer the other day about how incredibly intense a good countdown once was. He talked about the space program coming of age in the sixties, how excited everyone was. How you didn't know if astronauts would come back with their big cheif tablets and slide rules. They thought that they'd go blind in space without gravity pulling the blood up into your eye sockets. The best part about it all- was that voice '10....9...8...7...6...' He said the best countdown ever back in '63 was quite simply 'God-speed John-Glen-10....9...8...7...'
I got chills just hearing about it.

I like countdowns too, and dread them at the same time.

The advent calendars with little chocolates that restrict virtuous 8 year old catholic school girls from eating the prize baby jesus until the very last. (Then your bubba snatches him away around the 11th or 12th, bites his baby head and slips his baby swadled body back into the window undiscovered until...the horror!!!)

The white egg timers that gauge for cakes or when children and moms are released from a much needed time out.

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