I've got a tiny head. I was thinking about my dog (RIP), Juliette Catherine Alannis Madonna Potato Head Olivia Houdini Scrappy Doo Dennis, and how her pinhead was too tiny for her sausage body, when I realized, wait...I have a pinhead, too. My head is too tiny for my Ripley bulk.
It reminded me of the scene from Beetlejuice where the voodoo man shrinks the head while waiting in hell. When the head is shrunken, suddenly I see myself and its proportions as staged by Hollywood.
Yep. That's what I've got to say this morning. In the meantime, I'm entering a two-day marathon of craziness.