Hate is the worst kind of prison.

Who said that? I'm pretty sure I didn't just make that up :)

Bleary eyes need to go beddy-byes.

The Rays are still rolling, and Mystery Monkey is still jazzing it up. St. Pete is the place to be. and to think I just read in the paper today that our sports writer thinks our city has no identity. Honestly, that is just so absurd. This guy writes the dumbest stuff. (And like I don't, LOL.)

We buy lots of goodies for mother-in-law because she needs fattening up. The only problema is KEM gets fattened up right along with her. Lemon cake, Butternut cookies, Zucchini bread. Baked ziti, Bar-b-q pot roast and Lunches out (so she can meet people). Yikes, something must be done.

Think I'll go have half a turkey sandwich, heavy on the mayo,
KEM