The Trouble With Charlie

Okay, even though I have about a gazillion things I need and want to say, I’m only going for a short post today. I really need to get outside and do some yard work. (Shhh … don’t tell anyone. I have a reputation to protect. But when I put our six-week-old puppy Nina down in the yard and immediately lose her, it might be time to cut the grass.)

I've got the pinecones covered. You man the weed-eater!

I don’t know about you, but if I hear the name Charlie Sheen one more time, I’m going to climb a clock tower somewhere – armed with a rifle and wearing a clown suit – and start shooting broadcasting towers off of local television stations. (For those of you with your finger on your speed dial, ready to call 911, the previous sentence is what those of us with a sense of humor call A JOKE.)