We succesfully made our bath bombs and last night was the test. Yes! They fizzed and melted appropriately, made the water feel and smell nice, and no, no one was armed (honest typo! I meant Harmed) in the explosions. But mostly this is a test to see if I get another one of those cryptic blog hits from "unnkown country" "unknown ISP" - unknown everything except for IP addy - after blogging the word "bomb." Interesting. . .
**waves to Federal monitors and offers last yummy cookie, singing, á la Larry, "I have a cookie! A yummy cookie! Just for you for when you come, only for you for when you come. . ."**
She-Ra, does that not bring back memories of suits in sunglasses riding on the G bus?? **coughFBIcough** Ah the paranoid delusions of young detective story-reading girls.:-D
**door smashes open and Candace gets spread-eagled at gunpoint against the wall**
And that was the last time she joked about anything like that. ;o)
**Candace quietly ponders whether she can get some sort of family discount at Mendota Mental Health Institute as the offspring of an ex-staff member**