The words wangitude, prowess and stamina will not be used here today because I will not be sharing intimate anecdotes involving the spousal unit.

I know.

My feelings about that are also oscillating between relief and a vague disappointment.

My feelings about another subject, however, are nothing but pure, unalloyed bliss.

Should you see a tall, white-haired woman cavorting in the woods of the Eastern Townships of Quebec while singing the words, "Ding dong the bugs are dead" to the tune of that witch is dead song from the Wizard of Oz, well, that would be me.

Should you see a short, dark-haired woman doing the same thing, well, that's not me.

I would be very, very wary of THAT person, if I was you.

Hrm. My train of thought may have just broken down here, which is not surprising considering it is usually held together by three paper clips, two rubber bands, some white out and a large roll of duct tape.

Now where was I? Oh yes, bugs. I was talking about bugs.

Specifically these bugs. Go ahead, read that, and then come back. I will just go to my happy place and hum softly to myself until your return.

Hi. Nice to see you again.

So yes, for years now foul smelling, biting, crapalicious lady bugs have invaded my home every fall and made my life beyond miserable. Normally by this time of year the house would be CRAWLING with the vermin, but there is no sign of them.

I am positively euphoric over this.

Was it the six week drought? Have they finally eaten all the aphids around here and suffered an enormous die back like the bug scientists said they eventually would?

I have no idea.

All I know is that I haven't seen a one, and this, my three loyal readers, is very, very good news indeed.

--Marn

P.S.--The International Cavorting Day Hall of Fame is open. You, too, could be part of an institution that's just like the Rock 'n' Roll Hall of Fame except that it doesn't involve music, Ohio, talent or an actual building.

Otherwise, they are remarkably alike.

Celebrate the notion that we should all have one day in our lives when we are free to celebrate a jolt of spontaneous happiness.

Post a button or post a link to the cavorting site and become enshrined! See yourself right up there on the screen!

Make a rubbing of your name!

Oh. Wait. Maybe that last bit wouldn't work. Nevermind that part, 'kay?

Today's inductees into the Hall of Fame are: