At 5am this morning, my alarm went off and I’m fairly sure I grunted. It was Go Time. T-minus one hour and counting till I left for Ouray for the annual Ouray Ice Fest.

Why you should skin your knees more.

Isn’t that always the case? It’s the pervasive (and invasive) If Only.

Now, If Only is also related to the Oulda Sisters: Shoulda, Coulda, and Woulda.

I think the three of them are bitches. And If Only is right up there with ‘em. Downright bastard, I say.

It’s been awhile, folks, and this redhead apologizes (but not profusely). I’ve been coast-to-coast (not unlike Space Ghost) in the past 3 weeks and climbed almost 3 miles high, so my brain has been preoccupied with many-a-thing. This week, however, I’m back in the swing of things and ready to tackle the topic of quality in Redheaded Fury-style.