Rusty should probably avoid buying any more brightly-colored candies for the time being, however. Too much of a good thing isn’t good for the waistline, you know what I mean.

(Rusty. Ahem.)

Yes, I have a new bed. Yes, it’s vastly more comfortable than its predecessor. Yes, it doesn’t squeak.

And that’s enough about that.

I need to name that duck one of these days. I’d use him more often but I get nervous every time I take him out of his box; that feather boa is rather delicate. Still, he’s a hoot to write for even if I am (probably) going to offend somebody someday by doing something wrong. That’s a risk I’m willing to take in the interests of having more tools in the comedy toolkit.

He’s a bit over the top, maybe, but a hoot nonetheless. I figure he’s not that serious about anything in particular, he just likes to tweak folks’ noses when he can. Or bills, if you prefer.

Oh, and don’t forget to wear green on Saturday… unless you’re into pinches. Who am I to judge?