OH! And I didn't even mention the fact that Friday afternoon SUCKED! Got into a fender-bender type deal which (long story short since I've already processed it to death with all the members of "My Council") resulted in me not being able to pick up the Spark on time, barely making it to get the Boo and FREAKING RIGHT OUT about the whole thing. Seriously, the royal "We" ran the gamut from annoyance, panic, mean-spirited snapping at folks, tears and finally to ENORMOUS relief and happiness that IHOEL/the Bees were around to help stitch my frayed life/self-concept/reality back together. I LOVE the Bees. Really, I do.