Also a warm, cozy new robe with spiffy accents matching said drawers.

As in: Done. Period.

Maybe it's just me. Maybe I'm wrong. But I don't want to work someplace where this goes out to all 150 people in the effing building . . .

What's wrong with this picture?

The mountain man who lived in the cabin was used to seeing colorful displays of the Northern Lights, but this was unlike anything he'd ever experienced.

No, this ain't about no trigger finger. It's about grownups with the background to know better getting all giddly like scouts at a slumber party over the prospects of working evenings, weekends, Sundays at 6am, etc. to do stuff that could be planned in saner ways.

Lookee the present my sweetheart sent me for my birthday today!!! I turned 52 in a very happy way.

Morning found this happy scene down the block from my house. Apparently it got a little wild out last evening here in the 'hood.

That's the pigeon hole where you'll find me, should you care to look.

Allegedly extraterrestrial aliens possess intelligence superior to humans. Despite their advanced intellect they always lose when gambling. By the time they get picked up for the ride home, they're always broke and depressed.