I wonder how many times I've heard someone refer to West, Texas...

Has anyone else noticed that Accuweather sucks now? I remember once upon a time, they were the only ones with hourly forecasts. Then those forecasts were really, really good.

Monday morning, before 9:00, all of this had happened to me: (this post is really really not funny)

Hearts are heavy in theskinnyonbenny house today. For a reason that can't be definitely determined, dumb sweet Blossom's lungs filled with fluid, and made breathing very difficult. The vets did all they could, but there was nothing they could do to fix her, or even to offer any hope of real improvement.

This is short, but a funny story.

On Friday night, we were out to dinner with another family. I was seated next to an eight-year-old little girl. I suggested that the Lenten prohibition of Friday flesh wasn't in effect, since there's not a seated pope. She wasn't impressed.

The good thing about being a young adult prior to the advent of everyday technology is that the prank phone call wasn't quite extinguished.

I've noticed that the Gods of Fat Tuesday have been good to us. In fact, I can catalogue three outright miracles. Let's jump right in.

Thursday is Vanya's birthday (Happy Birthday V!). He likes cards that sing and make noise, to the point where if he sees a greeting card aisle, he's liable to take a detour and cost you five or ten minutes while he looks through the cards.

Just about the only thing I've listened to this week is Cloud Nothings's Attack on Memory album. And the track I keep going back to is Wasted Days.

Take a gander at the signature of the new Treasury Secretary -- which has caused some outcry about something this ugly being on the dollar bills. There's no way you can look at this and not laugh.

V uses the word "yeah-honh" a lot lately. At least I think that's how you would spell it. The N is silent, but you have to make the short o with a nasal sound, as if an N were about to follow.