No, that brown wad in the washer is not brown play-doh....

Some of you may remember I washed an animal's mandible in the clothes washer a few months ago. I have diligently checked all pants pockets since. But, alas, underwear do not have pockets. And I must confess that the brown play-doh, that somehow made it through the wash and spin cycle, was too fascinating. How did it end up in a ball on top of the clothes? Before any logic, reason or sanity could hit me,

I..... picked...... it...... up.

I..... squeezed........... it.



AAarrrrggggghhhhh!!!!



OK, I feel better now. Confession is good for the soul. Now I need a CSI kit to find the perp.



And on an entirely different note, (but still involving a derriere) I must congratulate Hayley, who is literally working her butt off. I had the pleasure of lunch with her the other day and I couldn't help but notice that my BUTT IS AT LEAST TWICE THE SIZE of hers now. OK, I am really mad at myself and happy for her. But she has officially inspired me to get my act together.



Of course, I like cake. So I drew one. It turns out to be my last cake hurrah.

























OK, I will not deprive the world of seeing me enjoy cake entirely, but I will just be having small pieces now and again.




Happy Trails and Happy Cake!!!