"do women's thoughts really scatter?"

And that is a line from a poem we had to read for class. I LOVE it. Love it. Because I think they do. At least mine do.

I took one small step for the women of Martin DePorres this weekend while I worked on Saturday. I took the hideous can of death (aka spray disinfectant/AIR FRESHENER) and threw it in the trash. I was careful to use a paper towel to pick it up lest I contract germs or leave any fingerprints as clues.

But alas, the green can reappeared today. And someone sprayed it, again, whilst I was in the bathroom. Now, I have a few clues as to who it may be, but like Laurie Notaro says in one of her short stories - "I may not know exactly who you are, but I know your ugly shoes!"

And according to the signage outside the State Fair, we are thanking Mary Kay for 23 years.

That's all I've got tonight folks.

Quote o' the day:
"Drama is life with the dull bits cut out." - Alfred Hitchcock