That is good, Laura. All best to you guys.

She sounds in good hands, Laura. All digits crossed here.

Did anyone else watch the Salt-n-Pepa reality show from a few years ago? A lot of it was about tension between the two of them, because Cheryl is religious now. So when I saw them in concert on Friday (!!!), I was wondering what the story was going to be. She definitely did not say some of the dirtiest lines, and when they were dancing with the two male dancers, Sandy was dancing up on the guy, while she was more near the guy, but mostly stuff you wouldn't have noticed if you weren't looking for it.

BUT THEN after the encore, she came back on stage and did a whole bit to "the believers in the house" over a Kirk Franklin song! It was a little much, and I could see how it would have bothered some people. What I did think was funny was how Sandy and the dancers came back out and were patting her head with a towel and fanning her off, James Brown-style, which sort of felt like they were making fun of her a little, with love. I don't know. It made it OK for me (but of course, I am on board with G-O-D). Anyway, good times.

We went to a Santana concert where he went on and on for quite some time on spirituality matters. It was okay, but longer than maybe people were expecting as they were getting restless. It went back to dancing and joy soon enough at the outdoor venue. He didn't say anything objectionable at all, but it was a break in the mood for sure.

There, see -- that makes me even more glad that it was definitely after the end of the "official" show.

Apparently he regularly shares his political and spiritual views at his concerts. It's ummm, different. Still wouldn't pass up a chance to see him again. Maybe if I disagreed with what he was saying I would have been more offended, but it was just an odd departure from the music.

When I was in high school, there was a mid-day assembly that was a teaser for a rock concert in a couple of days' time. We thought, "How odd, but cool." Many of us showed up to the concert. Midway through the concert, the lead singer start bearing his testimony, and the crowd of kids audibly groaned. Even teenagers in podunk towns recognize a bait and switch, people.

Fastest way to get my cats to run angrily away from me: squirt ice cold special teeth goo in their mouths (Pumpkin actually growled; I think it hit her bad tooth. It doesn't taste like anything.) Fastest way to forgiveness: treats! Both reversed their escape on a dime and are now all over me.

Fastest way to forgiveness: treats! Both reversed their escape on a dime and are now all over me.

Now's your chance! Hit 'em with the goo again!

I'm trying to decide what to cook this week. There's nothing I particularly feel like having, and it's too hot to use the oven. I'm going through some of the cookbooks that I own but haven't cooked from much, to see if anything strikes my fancy. Nothing from the Indian cookbook really seemed like what i felt like, so I'm looking through a Caribbean one now. (Though, I'm pretty sure this is pointless, because I think I'm in a mood where nothing will really seem like "That's what I want.")