You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.

They best done get that nasty-ass thang on oughta here, on oughta here, Torn Slatterns and Nugget Ranchers


Not that we can complain after that nasty snow storm back East, but it is cold and rainy here in San Diego. I'm shaking like Justin Bieber taking a DNA test.

Kim Kardashian is launching a new perfume: Ode to Bimbo.

Justin Bieber vehemently denies knowing or having sex with woman who claims to have his baby. When asked about her comment the sex took 30 seconds, Bieber said;

"OK, that part sounds a little familiar."

Update on Wrigley T. since Kasey passed July 11th.

Glad to say Wrigley is doing better. He can still absolutely bust-up my heart when he cries when he is alone. It sounds like a child crying, and then when I let him in, he has tears staining down his furry cheeks. Didn't know that dogs could cry, but this one does.

As much as I miss Kasey, it is such a comfort having this sweet, bone-head dog around. What more can you say about a family member who makes you laugh from the minute they wake up until they go to bed at night?

When you go to roust Wrigley in the morning, often he pretends he can't see you so he can stay in bed. Then he gives you a polite few wags of the tail and then flops back to sleep like a hungover hotel guest telling the maid to come back later.

When he does get up, his eyes are half-shut and his little face is all sleepy-looking and mushed up. It is hilarious.

And then when he happily trots to his bed at night, he circles the cushy bed a few times and flops down with a grunt that sounds just like an old man grousing. A few contended and loud smacks of his lips and then he plops his head down and is out and snoring before the light goes off.

He is our big sweet goofy cuddle-bunny is what he is.

Kasey-Bear? Not sure why, but it makes me feel better to talk to you in this blog. Not sure why. You had many admirable qualities, but I am pretty sure the ability to read was not one of them.

Any who, you know those countless a-few-were-fine-growing-slightly-more-annoying-as-they-increased lick-smooches you loved to give me? Just thought you should know, I miss every single one of them.

Every single one.