Or the tip of my frontal lobe… feh. I had a post half worked-up in my head on the way to work, then I played a couple rounds of wordracer before posting and now it’s all gone. (“q-u-e-e-n-l-y” = 220 points!!) Lucky you. I’m going to post something about honesty over at Raising Hell in the course of the day, I know that. What the hell was I going to say here? This happens to everyone, I know. But still. Oh yeah, I remember now. It’s even a post with kids in it, so I can reuse it on Raising Hell when I run out of inspiration… not that that’ll ever happen. Whoa, all of a sudden ideas for posts are streaming at me like asteroids when those guys came back out of hyperspace in the original Star Wars, Han Solo and those guys. Dancing! Cello lessons! But first, the post above this one, Your children are never safe. Let’s see how it comes out.