Just in case you were wondering?

Kidney stones. Not as fun to try to get rid of as the drugs would have you believe.

I just smacked my beloved B.H. about the shoulders--hard--several times. Why?

Because he was trying to sneak my beloved limited-edition, Warholesque Max the Bunny poster, personalized and signed for me by Rosemary Wells herself, into the stack of things for the yard sale.

He'd better not try it again. I know where he sleeps.

I have ingested raw fish.

And: no. Not having any more, mmmkaybuhbye. Because: gah.

Best overheard line of the day, and perhaps, the month: "Did you want hot sauce on your Godzilla?"

I just do not even have the words with which to discuss this story. Not any for polite company, that is to say. Perhaps y'all can think of some.