Finally- some rain. It's one of those great spring rains where everything smells good. It's wicked cold, though, but not that raw fall cold. It's a great morning to skip church and lie around in my pajamas and make pancakes...and do laundry and go buy Molly some sandals and clean house and...

apparently, call a locksmith since Harry has locked the bathroom door with all of us outside of it- and now he has to go to the bathroom. Karma much?