The first of May, the first of May!
Outdoor screwing begins today!

(I have no idea where that little rhyme originated, but it seems to be well-known amongst at least some Pagan circles. Which makes sense, seeing as Beltane is a pretty sensual Pagan festival.)

Saturday night, my demonspawn Anxiety went to a slumber party with 3 other girls at her friend’s house. They were having a Sisterhood meeting. As they’re all big fans of The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, but the premise of the movie (magical jeans that perfectly fit 4 very different-sized girlfriends, and are time-shared between them) is impractical in the real world, they have a Sisterhood of the Traveling Hat.

When I picked Anxiety up from her sleepover, she was gushing over the house where it took place. Apparently there’s a loft and a wrought iron spiral staircase — two design aspects of my dream house that she also wants in her dream house! She said she would want to buy the place, if it wasn’t for the neighborhood. I almost hurt myself laughing when she said, “Yeah, it’s on the corner of Hippie St and Hippie Ave.”

And if that wasn’t painful enough for you, here’s the Bad Joke of the Weekend –

Q: Why does a chicken coop have two doors?
A: Because if it had four doors, it would be a chicken sedan!