Tonight is a Blue Moon. Which means, of course, that during the night the light makes all Smurfs appear Caucasian. Very exciting.

fluffy whipped choclate heros

I'm thinking the great great grandchildren of Alexandre Dumas should be getting some financial kickback from Mars for making the world think of a candy bar when they hear Three Musketeers.

After sweeping all the dirt/pollen from my screen porch last night I took a shower, brushed my teeth, then sneezed out a cloud of dust.

They say there are 2 kinds of people: Elvis People or Beatles People. But no one wants to talk about my kind, the "Weird Al" Yankovic People.

Traffic was surprisingly lite this morning. Thinking either it's Saturday and I forgot or the zombie apocalypse has begun.

I saw a dead fish in the street today. Either it was dropped by a bird, animal, or human or we owe this fish a major round of applause for an major evolutionary crawl.

Hiccups, Hot Tea, White Shirt: This is not going to end well for me.