I'm horrible

We're supposed to get four to six inches of snow in the next couple days. Apparently, Hoosiers think this is a lot of snow.
Anna and her friend (and former roommate) Lynn tried to horseback riding yesterday. I suppose tried might not be the right word because they did succeed in riding for five or so minutes, but then Lynn somehow ended up on the ground instead of on her horse. I wasn't there, I didn't see what happened. Anna didn't have a good view either, but mostly, we just suspect that Lynn panicked when the horse started to trot, causing her to jump off.
I learned something about myself today, but I'm not sure exactly what it says about me. I was watching a news report on Senator Dodd's retirement, and there was a lady holding the little girl in the background. My first thought upon seeing the girl was something like this: "Sad, that little girl is going to burn in Hell." I'm sure you are wondering how I so abruptly came to that conclusion, so here is the undeniable logic of my thought process. Sen. Dodd is a democrat. Democrats burn in Hell. Anybody significant enough to be on stage as he announces his retirement must be a democrat. Any child raised by such a person will probably grow up to be a democrat. Therefore, this little girl is predestined to burn in Hell. Does this make me horrible for thinking she will burn in Hell or good, because I'm sad that she will burn in Hell?
This isn't an isolated incident. I realized the same thought occurs to me whenever I see young children connected to democrats or celebrities.
My toes are cold. I'm using this amazing blanket Anna knitted to warm them.
I lost Daisy's dog tags today. Usually, I attach her leash to a sturdy loop on her collar, but without realizing it, I missed and just attached it to the ring holding her tags. While she was outside, she was being a rotten dog, and I gave the leash a tug which pulled the ring apart and sent her tags into the dark mysteries of the night.
I made guacamole. I've been eating it with "hint of lime" tortilla chips. It's amazing.
Lately, I've been dreaming that I'm a serial killer running from police. I don't believe I've ever actually killed anyone in a dream, but I sure have tried. Most of the time I'm just not strong enough to pull the trigger. I squeeze and squeeze and nothing happens. Don't worry though, I'm always trying to kill these people in self-defense. I seem to get shot a lot in my dreams. One of the first dreams I remember is being at church and finding a button that opened a hidden room and being taken captive at gun point by the church council.
It's time to make some chocolate chip cookies.
Anna and I learned today that Peggy is short for Margaret. We were surprised by this, so we did more research. We learned that long ago Margaret was also a name for a a kind of daisy, so Daisy has also become a nickname for those named Margaret. I'm calling Daisy Margaret from now on.
People who read this blog: People from the Indianapolis Children's Museum
While looking through visits to this blog, I discovered that there were a couple visits from the Indianapolis Children's Museum. I'm not sure how they found our blog. They didn't do it through google. Somehow they must just be able to track when people talk about the museum on the internet. I didn't say anything bad about the museum. I wonder how much else of this blog they may have read and what that made them think of the visitors they get.