Couldn't sleep last night so I went to the living room. Decided that the potted sage plant needed to be "harvested" so I dug out a couple of small paper bags, tied a few bunches of herbs together, punched holes in the bags and tied them off at the top. I haven't dried herbs in this house yet but decided that the best place to hang them would be in the basement near the furnace. Went back to bed. Called DH this afternoon and got a very worried, "Ummmm. You hung some paper bags in the basement?" "Yes," I said. "Ummmm. Why?" he asked, sounding very very unnerved. So I told him, "I'm practicing voodoo. Is there a problem?" Silence. It's so easy to pull his leg.