Mythology in Our Life

Offered without comment: from the police blotter in Billings, Montana.

C is for Update

As of this evening, as best I can tell, YG has sold about 600 of the 1000 boxes it will take to get her into this year's Hall of Fame. She is abed now (poor animal has tonsils the size of billiard balls) and I'm doing the paperwork. There's a certain amount of terror implicit in letting an 11 year old count $1200 in bills (don't tell her that after she went to bed I double counted).

Next week I take over Cookie Cupboard responsibilities for our Troop Leader, who's going out of town. Joy reigneth unconfined.