Rich ended up asking me why there was a knife on my altar. I tried to explain it to him. I ended up having to dip the point of the knife into the chalice for him to "get it." He finally got it with an "Ohhhhhh." Apparently just saying, "this is male" didn't make sense to him at first.
I left my candles burning until it was time for bed, and didn't extinguish them correctly because I wasn't dipping my fingers into burning tealights. So I blew on them. I know this is considered rude, but I wasn't taking any chances with my fingertips.
So after yesterday I feel better about things, even though I literally didn't remember it was Ostara until about 4 o clock. I totally blanked that it was the first day of spring. I am such a sucky witch that I actually need to put alerts on my iCalendar. However, the thing is that now that I made soap again I am definitely going to get back into it and flood my friends with small bars of soap that they'll probably put on their sinks to look attractive and never use. Oh, not this batch. It's far from attractive. But I guess I'll be hauling my ass to Michael's or AC Moore to get more molds.
As a matter of fact, the first person to request 2 "bars" of Peanut Butter Cup soaps may have them. I'll be happy to send them out. I absolutely don't need 6.