Follow the Yellow Brick Road...

Wow. Remember those puke machines on the playground? They were like a merry-go-round for three people, standing up? Well, I think they were literally called "orange twirlers," by the grownups, but the real and true name is puke machine and everybody knows it.

You'd jump on and begin twirling around and around, screaming with joy, laughing into the sky, and before long that rumbling would arise in your tummy. Get off the puke machine - pronto - or suffer the consequences.

Seems like every day is a puke machine lately. I fully believe that whatever happens, something's gonna happen. Isn't it exciting? Praise God.