Name your poison, grab your favorite shot glass (or wine or milk), and a comfy seat...for a round of aggressive toasting.

This is one of the most cathartic things I have ever done and it is so easy. The idea is to toast with a twist...usually we toast in honor of something or someone, with aggressive toasting we let loose (tastefully) on those who deserve it or on circumstances beyond our control.

It is thought that we bottle up our emotions too much, so here is a safe way to let off a little steam. This will work best if we get a round of 'em going but I also understand this could go over here like a lead balloon.

Here goes!

To our best and brightest minds at the University of Michigan who 'progressively' decided to house their Movement Disorder specialty in the Geriatric Clinic, may all of you go entirely gray early, so you know what it is like to feel old before your time.

To that rude, inpatient lout that I held up in line at the breakfast bar because I was "too slow", may your eggs always be served cold and sunny side down.

To a certain someone who thinks that moving aside and standing there watching me will make me walk normally and quickly, I say "um, hello I have PD, merely staring at me as I struggle to make if from the hall to the fridge does not make it suspend in time for you", may you one day realize that while my legs may freeze, you have it far worse with a perpetually frozen brain.

You get the idea....