Pixie was not adopted last weekend, so she's with us for another month. Everybody at The Compound is thrilled, because we all adore her. But nobody, as you can see from the photo below, is happier about this than Pixie's BFF, Sugar , who apparently loves it when Pixie sits on her head.

Oh man! Yesterday was busy! It was one thing after another. I need. I want. I only have two hands people. Of course it didn't help that I was only going to be in the office for one day this week :-) Oh and we finally got some rain here. Thank the heavens!!! Before the work day was over, I got a phone call from smoness asking if I wanted to hang out for the evening. I didn't have anything planned...

What can I say about New Orleans? What will I remember most about the Big Easy? Meeting a wonderful group of people, of course. Watching scottynola battle it out with marikanola over exactly how awful Miss California really is. Meeting the irrepressible davidpnyc , the straight-from-the-hip dogrl and a Famous Author named Rob Byrnes for the first time over lunch,...

So, SOMETIMES, the original might be better.

For the past two years I've done my damnedest to mess up my readers' best online Thanksgiving Day duds by hurling virtual food at them. My Friends List has sort of gotten too big for this sort of thing... wish I could say the same for my maturity. Har-har. Anyway, since I don't have the wherewithal (where the heck did that withal go? ugh) to come up with enough amusing snack-attacks for each of...

Hey! Though these pictures are two months old, they're still fresh. Some might even dub them phresh ! That's me with Internet favorite and gal-about-Houston, the lovely smoness . You know her, right? If memory serves, this picture was taken while we were being held at gunpoint, and I was attempting to use her as a human shield, or some such. I got a call from my friend Scottish (but...

Man, have I been a gloomy little sourhead lately. I've got more to share of the gloom, but who needs that... I'm sure you-- yes, you!-- have a plate crowded enough with problems of your own without me going all Lunch Lady with my ladle on you with my cares and concerns. I mean, one of my favorite sickies could surely make better use of this... ...than to listen to me grouse. For the rest of...