The Secret Handshake Of The HysterSisters

It's Christmas Time at my house. All of the high-school Yas are in, and I am holding court as their Queen.

My YaYa name is "Queen Moonlight Dancing Naked on the Railroad Tressle".

All of the Yas have special names. But those names are a secret unless they want to share.

Two of my Yas have had hysterectomies. I have been introduced to a new website called Hyster-Sisters.com. I have also been taught the secret handshake of the Hyster-Sisters which I cannot reveal because it's secret.

We have donned hats and/or masks, lighted small fires, held sacred and ancient ceremonies with special adult European beverages (that one of the Yas brought through US Customs) beneath the YaYa Chandelier stuffed with Beanie Baby Birds in the kitchen. One of these beverages was green and tasted like NyQuil.

Alas, I saw no fairies. But then again, my "mono"vision has been somewhat blurred since surgery. Still getting used to it.

There was a lot of laugher and goodwill towards everything and everyone.

Disclaimer: No laws were broken. Nothing remotely cultish. There was a black cat on the periphery, but she was merely observing. My VooDoo doll from New Orleans remained parked (mine - purchased in 1994 at the French Market - is a lot bigger and scarier than the one pictured in the link).

I cannot reveal the details of these sacred and ancient ceremonies.

Because they're secret.

We exchanged Christmas gifts last night. One of my gifts consisted of two tiny silver boxes (depicting Popes John Paul 2 and Benedict on the lids) with tiny roasaries inside. They came from Venice. Very sweet.

We went to Laddie and Dukes in GSO today for a late lunch.

I had Shepard's Pie. Yum.

We getting ready to use the fire pit on the back porch for more special YaYa ceremonies . . . the details of which I cannot reveal.

Because they're secret.

We will likely end the evening with a movie . . . we're leaning towards "Last Holiday" starring another Queen (Latifah).

"Dear George, Remember no man is a failure who has friends.
Thanks for the wings! Love, Clarence".

I have very special friends. They are my angels. And I am rich indeed.