I'm on a diet. Yes, there was something about watching this little varmint enjoying a cookie while luxuriating on a leopard skin blanket that made me say to myself -- "Self, you could stand to lose a few." I've also heard that blondes are preternaturally drawn to animal prints. That could explain a lot.
You can call it whatever you want -- Weight Watchers, Jenny Craig, Lap Band, O Band, The Cookie Diet, The Cleanse, or SlimFast...it's all Hell. Don't kid a kidder...if it was any fun at all they'd call it a Ribeye Steak with Gorgonzola butter.
I'm back in the saddle having just returned after being away for a few days to celebrate Independence Day. I can think of nothing finer than a small town Fourth of July. A parade, a picnic and some fireworks over a body of water are what come to mind. Unfortunately on the plane trip out, I must've picked up a bug because I came down with a cold two days later. And so there I was struggling with the sniffles and a scratching throat in eleventy-hundred degree temperatures and 87 million percent humidity. It was not a pretty picture. I was so glad to return to my home in the desert where there is air conditioning and a fur-faced cat to snuggle with me. Roxy got a good report from her babysitter. It was just after my trip home for the Fourth of July last year that she came to live with me. It has been my great pleasure to get to know her. Here's a heartwarming story about some other guys who are enjoying the pleasure of some kittens, and some kittens who need homes.
