blue artichoke

My guess would be drinking milk from the milk carton... but I'm going on a severe lack of sleep right now.

SEVERE.

Tomorrow I go to Salem to learn more about the witches. And how to burn them more efficiently.

I vote "listen to the Missouri game on the radio."

Or is it a trick question, because "Fat Larry" isn't your cat's official name?

I thought the cat had a gourmand name of "Shade of Grey Whatever Mama Feeds Me"?

First of all, I ain't no one's mama, 'specially not a big ol' black furry animal. Fat Larry used to have a gourmand name, but he doesn't post very often and said he doesn't mind if I use his real name, though he bristles a bit at the "Fat" part.

Second, it was a trick question, because I didn't do the thing that I usually do when I find myself home alone on a weekend, and that's drink a bottle of wine...usually while I surf the Intenet and prank email people. But this time I had to keep my wits about me.

Red Momo - what a timely trip. I hear there's a coven of witches moving across the land, working their evil: putting cigarettes in the hands of young smokers, raising gas prices, stealing stem cells and holding up the lines at airports while Homeland Security agents search their brooms and assign airspace. Nothing but trouble.

The witches are also responsible for not allowing us to bring gels onto the plane. No deoderant or toothpaste -- and all because they smell and have bad teeth, too. What is this? Belgium?

Thank goodness we're taking the train there today.