In the ever-so-late Spring of 2013, the people

In the ever-so-late Spring of 2013, the people of Earth finally had some kind of shambly Sanghah or however it's spelled, but the crusty Arcturians would have none of it. Despite

Spring being at different time of the year for the southern hemisphere as those people didn't really matter. The Spring for 2013 would only be officially recognised in the northern

hemisphere when a critical mass of people actually felt both the sun and the rain. And I mean actually *felt* them, not just got wet or burnt. What about you? Have you ever

thought about stuff, I mean really deep stuff. Stuff that blows your mind. How do you feel stuff? How do you really feel stuff. Or does stuff feel you? Does weather feel you?

The questions kept coming. Her mind had no answers. Her pupils turned into question marks. Everything she said ended with an upward lilt indicating a question. She had become

...well, she wasn't quite sure...tentative perhaps? She kinda thought that maybe she needed some answers, maybe? Should she go to Tibet for guidance? Or to a counselor? Or should

she call the celebrity psychic hotline? Talking to Dionne Warwick would be kind of cool. She grabbed her credit card and found the # thru Google. The first 15 minutes of the call

a dry-cleaning bill from Publisher's Clearing House for the monkey poop that was thrown on them when they showed up at her house. But, hopefully her monkey smuggling days are long

over until parachute pants come back in style. The money covered the bill & funded her new poop flinging security business that was unpopular amongst solicitors and jehovah witness