A confession

Ya know how at many churches in the Sunday bulletin, if you cannot think of things to confess about on your own, there is a nice set of words to guide you. RantWoman deeply esteems the fact that

Quakers can and do think of new things to confess about all the time. Here are RantWoman's confessions du jour:

--The Blue Angels are back in town and RantWoman lives on the flight path. This is causing RantWoman to have a VERY unhealthy interest in surface to air missiles.

--Even worse, RantWoman's unwholesome interest... threshold is MUCH lower than the Blue Angels' flight path. Recently RantWoman and some visiting friends dined at a lakefront restaurant. The meal was interrupted several times by the roar of float planes taking off. Over a delicious meal, RantWoman had NO trouble admitting that the ambient noise was evoking in her roughly the same enthuusiasm for surface to air missiles. Sigh.