And it is, but I'd get myself to church quick if I saw the dark sky with this image on a Sunday. I'd recheck that Mayan calendar. This is in Bangkok. You know, you can get those fishy-foot pedicures in Bangkok. Which begs the question, would I even see the sky in Bangkok?
I wonder if there's an underground fishy pedi place here in California. My guess would be yes. Tomorrow I'm going to start writing for real. No, really. For real! Then, I'm going to light a fire under Jenny B. Jones' bum, because she has also taken TOO long of a break. And it's going to her head. Today, she was overdosing on Chex. Ick. Chex. Gluten and taste-free girl.
I, on the other hand, had Lucky Charms for lunch. Then, I cooked a Corned Beef to perfection. My Scot/Irish roots are coming to the surface. Jenny, I am here to tell you that you won't find creativity in the bottom of a bowl of Chex. You need SUGAR. Little happy marshmallows. Are we tracking?
P.S. They're magically delicious.