Due to election night sleeplessness and morning leaf removal, I am exhausted. Too weak to blog even! Here is a funny email to share…

Dog writing to God.

Dear God: Why do humans smell the flowers, but seldom, if ever, smell one
another?

Dear God:
When we get to heaven, can we sit on your couch? Or is it going to be
the same old story?

Dear God:
Why are there cars named after the jaguar, the cougar, the mustang,
the colt, the stingray, and the rabbit, but not ONE named for a dog? How often
do you see a cougar riding around? We dogs love a nice ride! Would it be
so hard to rename the ‘Chrysler Eagle’ the ‘Chrysler Beagle’?

Dear God:
If a dog barks his head off in the forest and no human hears him,
is he still a bad dog?

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I must have been drunk, hungover, out of my mind yesterday……. how else can to explain what I did?

I put my Roadkill Poncho in the washer!!! On purpose. I thought it was entirely acrylic and I used a lingere bag — never thought it would felt! Good Grief, I have trouble getting 100 % wool to felt!

Roadkill is Dead. I really loved Roadkill – despite what others said (and you know who you are!)

what a weekend! I am done in — can’t party like I used to. I didn’t have too much to drink, but I still feel like crap. Is it possible to have a lack-of-sleep hangover?

here are some pictures of the parade. Truth be told, we didn’t see the parade at all — it was so mobbed there was no chance of getting a good spot. We had loads of fun just wandering the side streets and seeing what everyone was wearing.