A NEW TREE ON THE BLOCK

Oh, you are all so darn smart. The Answer is: I had poured vanilla into French toast batter. Michael had the best imagination: a dinosaur eye! And Michael Creighton died! Oh, the nerve. I wanted more lovely dino tales.

This is a little pine tree at my friend Sarah's house. It is all decorated for Christmas. I can't decide if it's a PinAspen or a AsPine. What do you think?

On a final note. I made a wacko comment on a friend's blog the other night. I do that sometimes, usually because it's late at night and I have lost all sense of right and wrong. (That's why teenagers should be home by midnight!) Then I signed it "Anonymous." THE VERY NEXT DAY SHE MADE HER BLOG PRIVATE. Now, do I tell her the wacko (who was a redneck male) was me or do I not?

I already did. She says she forgives me. But....does she or does she not?