I suppose that's true. I feel slighly guilty about feeling that way, I guess, or I wouldn't have thought of it as my worst secret. Imagine me? Suburban mom and wife. Eager to blow someone's head off with a big gun. During the time I had to work for her, I used to find myself always looking longingly at the Dirty Harry movies at Blockbuster.

You know, you are quite a sweet thing and are very kind to inquire how things are going. My sister has had a good day and seems to be healing from her surgery last week nicely. Doesn't look like there'll be much more chemo in the future. We we were just lucky enough to get a very little sample of blueberry, which she just and I just smoked about half of. So life is looking rather grand at the moment. You have yourself a good week, too, Onward.

(I may have to nickname myself Upward!)