July 6, 2012


Many a time when I was little did I go running after the end of a rainbow, stick in hand, to find my pot of gold after warding off those pesky leprechauns. I think I believed in this longer than I believed in Santa. Turns out even if you get to the end of the rainbow, you can't see it. Sort of like the leprechauns. It all makes sense now! Excuse me while I go spend the money I am bound to find with this revelation.
rainbow over a lake and lamp post