Well, hm.

I really don't know what I think about this concealed carry legislation up for vote in Kansas.

UPDATE: On a related note, since I think it has something to do with concealed weaponry, I have managed once again to wear the bra with the blown-out underwire. It keeps sliding out and stabbing me in the chest. Ouch. Must remember to repair this or burn it.

I *do* think, however, that I will make an effort very soon, to learn how to safely operate a handgun. Seems a useful competency to gain, and I don't have much of an excuse -- what with the Bullet Hole just up the block.

Uh-oh.

It's happening. Princess Sticky is sleeping through the night more often, and all that sleep is beginning to make me all energetic and a little wacky. It's fun, but I see the pattern, especially as more sunshine and pleasant weather combine with this energy level. Like I'm drunk or something. :)

For instance, I'm all titillated by audition notices today. That's just crazy talk.

Bribery will get you (nearly) everywhere.

I've been tagged by the distant and yet precise hekatatia. Since I'm mostly waiting for 5 p.m., it looks like I've got the time to indulge:

( how to influence me, mildly edited )