Our tomato plant is dying from some sort of bacterial wilt. Rather than pitch it, we have surrendered it to this gentleman, who is steadily eating every green leaf off of it:
Here’s a video of the little guy turning around, and then taking a dump:
I’m sorry your golf game has fallen apart.

One of the many reasons Kent is still my friend after almost 20 years:
When a little old lady needed help finding her car at Festival International in Lafayette last month, Kent stepped up to the plate. I haven’t seen Kent since then, but they were walking at .1 miles per hour, so it’s quite possible they are almost there. -BRENT
I’m not sure if you ever check in here, but happy birthday Mom-in-law!
I hope you are a having a great day, Gemini #4. I’m sorry I won’t be there all day today, but I’ll see you this afternoon!
Think about where you want to go for a birthday dinner!
I love you, Mom.
You are Gemini #3.
Hope all is well in Mpls.
Gemini #2
Now begins the glut of Gemini birthdays.
So New Orleans will host the 2013 Super Bowl. That’s great news, since it means that the Saints and the state reached an agreement to keep the team in New Orleans until 2025.
The last time I was in New Orleans during the Super Bowl was in 1997. Jamie and I marched up and down Bourbon Street chanting “DITKA AND SAINTS IN NINETY-EIGHT.” I’m pretty sure that Jamie, a Rams fan, was laughing at the Saints, but I believed. What a fool I was.
Even better, this Super Bowl will fall on Bacchus weekend.

Let’s hope they redesign that logo. I like the idea, but the execution is awful. “A Perfect Ten”? Yes, I know it’s the city’s 10th SuperBowl. It’s still dumb. The street sign looks like a license plate.
Except Mondays.
No, it doesn’t bother me. In fact, I kind of like it. If you know me, you will know that I enjoy having a uniform of sorts.
The sooner everyone accepts this, the happier I will be.