And I'm psyched about the 'more cranberry products coming' link. Good for my health, good for the bog farmers!

I saw a travel or cooking show on how they harvest Cranberries. Kinda neat. Flood the bog! Skim the berries! All so human-intervention.

I have found that the pure, unsweetened cranberry juice is fairly tolerable when cut by half with diet 7up.

Okay, given that he's described as punk, I'm envisioning you giving him a speech about actually kicking puppies.

That's our juliana - gorgeous, defender of small animals, and taking San Francisco by storm.

Flea, Aimée, what would happen if you said to the daycare folks, "On 12 hours notice? I. Don't. Think. So." Do they ostracize your kids or something? Because that's not the sort of respect for my time that I'd expect from any service that I'm paying for.

There was also an exceptionally bloody mob hit on Valentine's involving some of Capone's guys in Chicago, Aimee. May we all keep the day in our own way.

Geez Amiée. That sounds like a horrible start to the day. And manditory valentines day cards? At a daycare? It's bad enough in grade school.

All I know is when I was in grade school and got cards that were obviously given to be for everyone, it diminished their importance in my wee little mind.

I recall one year when everyone was forced to bring enough valentines cards for everyone else. Not only did I get fewer than those around me, I also didn't get the quantity of sticks of gum that the "real" friends got. It was sort of a way for the kids to point out who was *really* their friends.

However, I did get some gum that year, so I wasn't too put out.

I think that was 2nd grade. Much of second grade is a blur to me. We had a pretty teacher, I recall.

Aimee, what a hellacious start to a day. My sympathies.

exceptionally bloody mob hit on Valentine's involving some of Capone's guys in Chicago

The night Chicago died...nahnahnahnahnahNahnah. t /jack black

They wouldn't ostracize, but then you run into the whole, "What if they just don't give her any? And then she has no Valentine's. And then, when she's 30, and she blames me for her horrible love life cause I didn't buy her Valentine's for her party at school that one year and oh my gawd, she's getting divorced AGAIN and needs to move into our house and we have to let her cause it's all my fault she has bad relationships because of that stupid party where she didn't get any Valentine's WHEN SHE WAS ONE!"

It's possible I'm overthinking this.

It's possible I'm overthinking this.

I think you are. That's the sort of thing that happens when you forget a snack.

Lucy's old dog school (The Canine Academy of Atlanta - no, really) used to send her home with a little bag of valentines and dog bones on V Day.