Mamas don't let your babies

grow up to discover Kookaburra licorice from Australia. Because even if they don't really like licorice--especially green apple licorice--they may become obsessed. And even though it's snowing outside, they may feel compelled to go to the nearest 7-11. While wearing flip-flops. Even though it's snowing. Because their running shoes are still wet. And their church shoes would look stupid with sweats. And they can't find their other shoes. Or at least they don't want to take the time to FIND their other shoes. Because you know what? They NEED that licorice.

Right. This. Very. Minute.

(Can you guess what I did yesterday?)

I don't really like

Green apples. Or licorice. So why did I just eat a whole bag of green apple licorice? There is just something so so so wrong with me.

In other news! I finished the Dresden Files book. It was fun but I'm not sure I'll read another. Loved the concept--Mickey Spillane Meets Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I just think the author could have done so very much more with the great Chicago setting.

I myself have an idea for a mystery series kicking around in my head. I don't know what stops me from giving it a try. Slacker-ness for one thing. And also the sense that maybe someone somewhere would end up writing posts like "I just think the author could done so very much more with the great southern Utah setting" . . .