It's Friday. The sun is out. I might not kill myself.

Plus, someone at Rala in Knoxville, Tennesse loves me.
Me as in Betty: the fictitious bipolar crabapple.

Have you ever actually eaten a crabapple? There was once a humongous crapapple
tree in my grandmother's yard and I used to love those sour little things.  I'm not
sure if I was supposed to eat them, but I have a tendency to put anything tiny and
pink in my mouth, no matter what it is.

A healthy assortment of Bipolar Betty cards will be at fabulous Rala as of next week.
(I want to do the two dots over the first "a", but no function key for that.)  Visit
their blog here: http://shoprala.blogspot.com/