For some strange reason, unicorns keep popping up in my head. Isn't that strange? I'll be thinking of a laundry list of other thoughts and then POOF! A unicorn. A prancing unicorn at that. When I was little, I wasn't allowed to play with unicorns or even watch cartoons with unicorns in them. It would seem that I was robbed of my mystical history. I mean, all they wanted to do was play with me, not put an evil spell on me. Although, maybe all mom was trying to do was save me from potential impalement. Their uni-horns are rather pointy and I'm pretty sure that they wouldn't get through airport security these days