I tripped over big dog Monday night. Fortunately, the hardwood floor broke my fall. I didn’t go to the doctor, but I can pretty much guarantee that I have rib and muscle injuries. I’ve been eating Tramadol and letting out a Homer Simpson, “D’Oh!”, every time I move wrong. Oh, and gawd bless Dulcolax.

Anyways, Thanksgiving was nice and quiet. I hope all our Glibs had a marvelous holiday.

 

Here’s a shocking development.

 

When the French start to complain about this…

 

The soup can is about to give it another try.

 

The face of a dying culture.

 

Guy’s gotta make a buck.

 

A little Elvis Costello tonight.