on a much much much happier note, my mother phones me the other day after being cooped up in her house that had been lacking power for 12 days due to frances and states, "let's go to europe!". naturally, after the initial shock subsides and i realise that my mother has in fact gone crazy, i reply with one bigfat "hell fucking yes!"

so come mid-may, my darling, yet insane mother and i will be soaring over the great altantic to play with the brits, scots and oh so charming irish.

um ... yay.