Woot. In fact, wootcakes.

I'm officially blowing this popsicle stand in two weeks. :) Just heard from Mom this morning, they're finally hosting another family reunion at the farm--the whole shebang, Madroxes and Jessups, like we used to do before, well, me four years ago. Confirmations from everybody except Aunt Mona and her twins, which is OK with me, more or less, they're annoying and they don't like me.

And Mom specifically instructed me--yeah, like I needed the reminder--to invite Kitty. Damn, I hope she can make it.

Speaking of Kitty, I need about a three-foot piece of board, some nice quality cord to wind for a handgrip, and a three-by-six piece of clear shatterproof plastic.

Also, poll: if you were gonna hit somebody with a picture of me, what would you want the picture to look like?