Anyway, I made a really good soup last night.

In fact, he relied so much on his belief that mediocre mayo dudes were smarter than people who learned science that he followed medical advice from them instead of doctors and used snake oil instead of evidence-based treatment with a high success rate.

It's another horrifying rabbit, isn't it?

Mr. Creosote?

I just threw up a little in my mouth.

Seriously. When did the low bar of "not the person that's infinitely worse," become an invitation for a limbo contest?

I guess deciding that I'd rather listen to Vogon poetry was right.

I love that shop!

Reach out to me at clothing.reanimator@gmail.com, and we'll work out a price that's reasonable for you and fair for me, and extend the life of your clothes, especially those favorite things that need a little love to put them back in your wardrobe.

Your dropped hems. Your split or stressed seams. Your corsets with popped grommets. Your broken zippers in need of replacement. Your missing buttons and unraveled buttonholes. Anything that can be done by hand, because frankly some of these things are better when they're hand-stitched.

She's totally worth the cost of an emergency vet. I'm grateful we had the resources for it, but this little incident has stretched them. It's time for a small side gig featuring the age-old profession of women needing to supplement their income... SAN DIEGO, BRING ME YOUR MENDING!

Fluids, two x-rays, an endoscopy, and an obscene amount of money later, she came home stoned out of her gourd with an empty digestive tract and rampaged around the house until she was fed ("she'll need a quiet place to recover. And today I'm thankful that she's back to her ridiculous self.

Meanwhile you're still holding my original account hostage by refusing to originate a reset email.

Yes. Yes. Yes. That was the first thing that came to mind when I heard about Frog Guy.

But what if I remind everyone that Jeremiah Johnson was part of his body of work?