Hysterical article in St. Petersburg Times, March 27, about Mystery Monkey and his tweets. Google "Mystery Monkey of Tampa Bay." Then click on "Mystery Monkey of St. Petersburg enjoys tweeting, cocktails." You'll love it, it's a scream.

I now own my very own personal copy of The Pioneer Woman Cooks. I'm going to cook my way through it, like Julie and Julia. I've noticed that PW'S cowboy's grandmother is named Edna Mae. HINT, HINT to one of my loyal readers who once had a plucky pet chicken of the self-same name. Edna Mae always made lighter-than-air sour cream pancakes (the grandmother, not the chicken, though that wouldn't have surprised me). This is going to be fun, I'm inspired. Too bad PW'S name is Ree and my name is Kathy, or, well, KEM. Too bad I don't have DTD'S name, then I could have a future movie made about me called Reese and Ree. KEM and Ree has no rhythm or cadence whatsoever. Pooh. If there is one thing I've done right for DTD, it's the name I gave her . . . Carese. Isn't that gorgeous? I have big bad stories about the name Carese and all the coincidences we've stumbled upon (little God gifts, of course).

You wanna know something? I'm pooped. And I have to go practice pianer, and I don't wanna go practice pianer. I'm in a big bad slump. Pooh. So go ahead and read about Mystery Monkey on Twitter, 'cause I have nuthin' else to say tonight. Except I became the 700th person to become a fan of The 5 Browns (so it seemed to me because there were 699 and then I clicked Become A Fan and then it said 700). This happened the other night. Exciting, huh? I watched a video clip of Gregory Brown and he was sitting on a sofa holding his squirmy grey cat. The cat looked exactly like what Earl Grey would have looked like all grown up. Pooh. Except Earl Grey would have sat calmly and politely.

The earth is bogging down, or should that be blogging down?, KEM certainly is . . . bogged down, that is. KEM