I would dearly love to hang out with Mindy, but for her sake I'm glad she wasn't with me today. I went to a continuing ed workshop at a large hotel. Except for the meeting room we were using, the entire hotel was taken over by--I kid you not--the Texas Clown Association. Clowns were everywhere. Balloon flowers were all over the place. The title above was the actual title of one of their workshops. Conventioneers could choose seminars from the Balloon Track or the Face Painting Track. Among the speakers were Tom E. Boy, Mr. Puppet, and Ickle Pickle. Those of us attending "Developmental Disorders Related to Abuse" felt like we were floating on a small grim sea of reality in the midst of, well, Clown World.
This morning I could have attended a Clown Worship Service. The mind boggles.