P.S. to the purse story...

When I called Kawika, I was suspicious that I didn't take my purse into his house.

Anybody got one doghouse big enuf fo fit one two hundred fifty pound man who went take da purse frum da ka'a and wen' tell his wife dat he wen put da ting someplace in da hale (house)?

After searching the house for my purse (it is an easy thing to spot) I decided to think like the man when he took it out of the car and oh my goodness, he put it in the garage after taking it out of the car. By then it was too late to catch the ferry and get to Seattle for the Northwest Afternoon taping for hula.

I am not happy with him just now. Maybe if I'm really nice to him this bad kharma stuff will go away! Getting mad and wanting to retaliate is the way my mind goes, but I know from experience that this just makes me feel better temporarily, but doesn't help things in the long run.

I think I'll go bake a chocolate cake