I think I'm going to start collecting king cake babies in a jar the way some people keep the corks from the wine they drink.

Actually, KC babies should have the year and maker printed on their ass.

Here is a picture of my dog, Potato, on her 3rd birthday. After this, we went out for drinks and chicken cracklins and got very silly.

Think I wanna just check-out of politics for awhile. Heather Cox Richardson said something abt joy being fash resistance. I think I'll try that.

Proof that we're in a Vonnegut novel: Dr. Oz in charge of Medicaid, Brainworms McGee in charge of the FDA, USDA and, um... D.O.G.E.

LONESOME NO MORE!

Despite all this poo, I am still just a monkey with no zoo.