Clap your hands if you believe in fairies.

There is a pot of gold at the end of some rainbows. As I lay lamenting my poor nearly muerte shamrock Fate sends in a clown. Two new sprouts have popped up through my careful watering, witty conversation and unrestricted sunlight. I've also been a little easy on my limiting their television and music time. Spare the rod, I know but my effort are being rewarded with the promise of new life. As you look at the photo you'll see the stem jutting towards the right and to the left of the center of the frame a small green hoop coming up from the soil. Talk about stem cell research at the grassroots level. Funny on two levels.