The Wizard of Oz.

The Wizard of Oz.

The story goes that I was conceived during the Wizard of Oz. At least that’s what my mother says. My father whole heartedly disagrees and thinks my mother is confused. No surprise there.

I digress. My mother claims that I was conceived during the Wizard of Oz, in a hotel room. Who has sex while the Wizard of Oz is on? There is nothing conventionally hot about that movie. Unless you have a shoe fetish, a thing for little people or a fantasy involving people dressed up in furry animal costumes I cant see getting it on to this movie.

When I was a kid, I had an abnormal fixation with the Wizard of Oz. I watched it all the time, acted out scenes. I think I even had an outfit (I was a girly girl, I actually started wearing makeup in elementary school).

I wonder now if my strange obsession with this movie revolved around the fact that I was conceived (according to my mother) during this movie, or the fact that I kinda had a thing for Dorothy. Something about gingham apron dresses, ankle socks and the half braid/half pigtail look.

Hmmmm. Definitely an interesting topic to bring up in my next therapy session. I like to keep my psychiatrist on his toes. Every time he writes something down with a raised eyebrow, I feel like I’m getting my moneys worth.