Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Good night Mrs. Calabash, wherever you are.

Hey. No. Really. I have to go. My wife thought I was going to be home two hours ago.

The move isn't complete, but from this point forward, all the new posts will be over ----> HERE.

It's a very nice place. They fixed it all up. The walls are soft. The nice young ladies bring me soft food. They sharpen my crayons for me and let me watch all my soaps.

Oh, boy. It's time for my candy.