Gras-est in class
It’s Fat/Shrove/Gras Tuesday/Mardi. That means but one thing.
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The Donna
Tabby’s Place may or may not have a Diabetic Mafia.* The Diabetic Mafia may or may not have a Don…na.
Pancaked
It happens. You smack yourself upside the head every time, but still it happens. And happens. And waits a few years, then happens again.
Beyond debate
Last night, you may have heard two seventy-year-olds yelling at each other, followed by their under-yellers yelling about the yelling. We’re not going to debate those debates here. But we do have issues to discuss.
Super colossal dispatch
There is so much news exploding at Tabby’s Place today, you’d think it was the Fourth of July. It isn’t. It’s better.