For Miranda

So, just now I was looking out my kitchen window (/tangent:I have a kitchen window! Well, i had actually two windows in my old house, though one looked into the GARAGE and the other into an old oil tank, so I am THRILLED that I actually have a row of windows that have a nice view./end tangent) and there was a cutie little squirrel sitting in tree drying himself off. It has just finished raining and ruining all chance of my taking the kids to Shamrock of the Square today. I was feeling cheated that we are now so close that we can walk to all downtown festivities, when I saw the little bugger. And thought of my dear friend Miranda. We spent many o' afternoons watching the squirrels (and, yes, everytime I say "squirrel" I say it like Natasha Fatale) out our living room window. So, here's to you, Miranda-I should call you, eh?)