T’is the Season

It’s not that I don’t know how to diet or why I should diet.  It’s that the mercury just climbed into the 50s and, without the extra layer of Long-Johns under my jeans, I can convince myself that I have a little breathing room between now and the hell that is swimsuit season.  But I swear I can get serious.  Really.  As soon as the Easter candy is gone.

From the Laundry Pile – Great Kiterature

Snoop, our fat black god of pleasure and shedding has a few theories about living the good life and the meaning of it.  Today’s subject – shedding.  Cat-kind’s gift to laundry, he assures me, is not just for his benefit. It’s a sign of spring, which should make repeating a load or three of sheets something to add under the ‘Thankful’ column.  I’m allowed to worship at his feet too.