Merry Imbolc!

I hope you all had a great Brighid's Day!

My day wasn't bad except for two things. First, my mother told me that buying sketchbooks for myself and my younger cousins is "money thowed [sic] into the fire... but then you throw money away anyway." Then, about the dinner I fixed for my family, which was gorgeous and succulent if I do say so myself: "It was hard to get out of the shell - I don't like sweet lobster."

And people wonder why I can't get out of bed.

On to other news:

Writer Molly Ivins died this week and it breaks my heart that she didn't live long enough to see the end of the Bush Administration. She succumbed to breast cancer, so why don't we all buy one of the many pink Susan G. Komen fund products that are sold these days. I think Molly would appreciate that.

Barbaro had to be put to sleep. Talk about one, brief shining moment. RIP, champ.

In Kentucky this week. two teen boys were convicted of driving around shooting horses for fun. Those are serial killers in the making. Why wait until they get out and move on to killing people? Let's put them down before they do any more damage.