I want to make clear that I am not posting this because I want to know exactly how many bottles of hot sauce are in the refrigerator. The topic is hot sauce because I'm quite partial to a variety of habanero and chipotle sauces. That variety (maybe two dozen bottles) awaits me in the fridge any time I want to add a splash of heat. Besides the opened bottles in the fridge there are also unopened bottles in the cupboard. In summary, it doesn't make sense forme to buy hot sauce for a while. Why, then, am I staring at a bottle of "HAZMAT Hot Sauce?" Because it was the first prize in HAZMAT Jeapordy at the conference I'm attending this week.

The label featues great twists on classic warning symbols, an inside joke for us mop-n-glow types, and the phrase, "Keep away from children, pets, and the medically challenged." Yum!

As rejuvenating as instructing is for me, conferences like the one I'm attending remind me how carefree being a student can be. And how much fun it can be trading videos with other instructors. I have three new video clips of fires, explosions and their aftermaths which is a great trade for the one PowerPoint presentation that I gave him.

This week the blog is approaching the conversation density of the table at Spumoni South. It is great to have so many conversations going here, and I'm sorry that I've worked days and nights this week. Here's my attempt at catching up.

I'm amazed that John didn't say anything about Alane calling him a kook. At least she said that kooks are attracted to her. As for the kooks at the monster trucks, you might want to take a carbon monoxide detector the next time you go, just in case it comes from breathing in the exhaust-filled auditorium.

We're aware that the next trip will need to be longer, Joe, although we didn't need to go to the Improv to laugh. We laughed plenty at Spumoni, Universal, and at the Fatones. It could be dangerous - how many Mastandrea hecklers can a comic take? Were your parents wearing helmets while they did laps around the house? That would explain the stop watch on the scooter.

Hindsight is 20/20. I wish that the sign I made for the trip to Palm Beach International had said "Floyd Vivino." It was still a great gag. Steve, I'm glad I got to visit Blackouts.

To Phyllis' suggestion of scents for the new house, I add the scent of bracciole.