Seems like kind of a big "Duh", don't it? I guess that's what comes under the category of Magical Thinking. And the more outrageous the myth, the easier it is to believe. In my next life, I think I'd like to come back as a biscotti. Wait, that's probably plural, isn't it? You're not allowed to come back as more than one thing, I bet.So, a biscotto, then. Anything but a diamond. Because diamonds are forever.

Sometimes these things don't go anywhere. I'm well aware of that. You don't have to tell me. It's a hit-or-miss deal, this spontaneous blogging thing. I've got heartburn from eating biscotti, okay? It threw my rhythm off. Okay, now I'm ready. Over the cliff we go.