The Wizard of Oz has always been one of my favorites and its characters keep popping up in my train of thought... I am constantly surrounded by my wee little munchkins all day long and love to take care of them, and part of that involves giving kisses... now for whatever reason when I gave one little girl a kiss on the forehead, all I could think of is Glenda the Good Witch kissing Dorothy on the forehead for protection... it's the mark of Love... the greatest protection that one could ever have against this cruel world... now for those of you that know me you might be laughing, thinking there's no way I'd be Glenda the Good Witch of the North, but why not? I've had too many bad thoughts going through my mind about dropping a house on the Wicked Witch and taking those slippers! They're mine! And so I digress... but if you happen to hear me humming Ding, Dong, the witch is dead... which old witch... the wicked witch... ding, dong, the wicked witch is dead... she's gone where the goblins go... be-low... below, below... oh oh... and I can't remember the rest of the words... but you get the point... if you catch me humming that then you'll know that this turmoil is almost over... I can't wait!