I'm mourning the fact that Anne Lockhart, while a stylish 72, is decades older than the picture I have in my mind of her mother, June Lockhart, forever frozen in her 40s during LOST IN SPACE. (Of course, I picture Anne in her 20s on BJ AND THE BEAR. Meanwhile, June rocked turning *100* this year.)

I see the goddess Shiva.

Little is a Chihuahua/Mini-Doberman Pinscher mix. She weighs 10 lbs, has a tiny body and legs that average 2.2 feet long (I've measured!). She's the love of my life (along with her fellow rescue pup, Big). She's a serial licker and loves, without warning, to dart in to give my face a wet lick.

You must eat a lot of grapefruits!

and said to contact Good Housekeeping USA for the full text of the poem and author, which I have done and am awaiting a reply. I'm just SO amazed by this org's research skills and, even though they're not on Bluesky, I wanted to shout them out. THANK YOU, NPL!

poetry.library@southbankcentre.co.uk

Why am I hearing this in Snagglepuss' voice?

"Put 'em up, put 'em uuuup . . . "

It's a tiny, irregular-shaped candy (think 'head of a pin' small) that's white inside & various colors (corresponding to different flavors) on the outside. They usually come in a box with each 1/2 a different flavor (grape/cherry, lemon/lime) or a bigger box where all the flavors are mixed together.

Have you never heard of Baba Yaga's hut?

Like this one in Italy where they hand out wine-filled glasses?

To go with the Chocolate Lab and Marshmallow cat, of course!

This is called a Judoon.

Holly cow, my fave expression!