I am a victim of illegal blog-title seizure.

Looks like I'm going to have to start copyrighting quotes as soon as they come out peoples' mouths. There are new kids on the blog -- um, block -- and they're not afraid to snatch up witty comments and market them on the web. The monopoly is a thing of the past, but I guess this is America -- a little friendly competition never hurt anyone.

I recently noted that Heaven will be like eating gelato while wearing sandals. I'm afraid I'm going to have to change my answer.

Heaven will be colorful shorts and Rainbow flip-flops, an iced soy latte while waiting in line at the Market, and learning that (YES!) the Mexicana omelet is the special. Heaven will be big sunglasses and laughing (jealously) at Patrick's summer job as a Civil War Conservationist, and the best limeade on earth. Heaven will mean I'm no longer sighing regretfully at KMK's huge stack of reading material, because I will have read them all too. Heaven will be big dogs and girls in sundresses and cameras and frisbees. Heaven will mean a sense of actually knowing where the frisbee is heading and (possibly, even) being able to catch it. Heaven will be frozen lemonade and toasted shoulders and having to stop and gasping for breath after laughing too hard about nothing. Heaven will be people-watching and 78 degrees and knowing all the perfect settings on my Rebel. Heaven will be not rushing and laughing at the menagerie and knowing the tractor-driver-Earth Day-setup-guy.

These things I know so far. I also anticipate knowing that,

Heaven will be wine in a Nalgene and Casablanca on the Mall. Heaven will be potted daisies and Tuesday morning scones and jogging to the Lincoln. Heaven will be rainy afternoons and crowded metros and well-read commutes and the Newseum. Heaven will be jazz and "Get Low" and live U2.

These are what I mean when I say, "patches of Godlight."

PS: If you walked through the Gallery toward around 11:02 this morning, you probably already overheard the following --

LC: "I want to be the First Lady."

HS: "So this whole Human Rights thing is all a scam?! You're just here to pick out the most promising Hill Staffer you can find, and marry your way to the top?!"

LC: "Yeah. It's kind of like the secular version of those girls who go to Christian colleges so they can marry a pastor..."

And yet, somehow it's me who's always judged for my t-shirted sorority ways in college. At least my college choice and lifestyle choices have not been made based the potential ladders to climb towards marital power.