Satuday is the new Sunday! And Friday.

Hey, want to try something fun? Whine, then drop your voice to a whisper (stop moving your vocal cords) but keep whining. Congratulations, you are now making the noise that Lou makes all the time. Well, okay, just when he's breathing. He curls up on the couch next to me and drowses, all the time whisper-whining. When I look over at him, he opens his eyes fully and looks at me all like, "What?" but doesn't stop making the noise. Such is Lou's state of perpetual suffering.

HOLY EFFING ESS, the plug is back!

I always sing the words to "Decatur, Or A Round of Applause for Your Stepmother!" wrong. There's no such thing as an abolition pain train. But maybe there should be.