Too Delicate for My Own Good?

My friend also said the Internet is evil.

I agree that it can be, thanks to some dastardly ne’er-do-wells Out There, who thrive on capers and hijinks and general mayhem, hacking into others’ bidness and stealing things they have no right to steal ... which, actually, would be anything that does not belong to them.

However, the ’Net can also be a very fun place to play. And meet people who might have similar interests but very different perspectives (than my own). And keep in contact with people with whom I, as a not-so-great-keeper-in-contact kinda gal, manage not to stay close with via other forms of communication (cards, letters, telephone calls, etc.).

And kill a few minutes on a lazy Sunday afternoon, on which the Cubs have just been swept and the Cardinals are on their way to sweeping. Somebody, somewhere, is very happy about all that.

And it ain’t me.

: (

I may have mentioned this before, but I planted these lil’ suckers because, several years ago, one of my co-workers had a habañero plant, and it was the most beautiful plant I had ever seen. And of course the actual habañero peppers were the best part of all: They were about the size of a big grape, in colors of green and orange (and maybe red, if you left them on the plant long enough, I don’t really know). And hot! I sliced off a smidgen one time with my X-acto knife and put the sliver on my tongue, and HOO-CHIE-MA-MA!!! Damn, it was hot!!!

Too hot for someone as delicate as I, obviously.

: )