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I’m going to a bash at one of the loveliest places in the area.

Squirrel Queen has been getting her sports thing on all day and so getting out of the house with some fun folks might be of the good especially since this has been a very weird week. I’ve been trying to find Badger but that’s like finding a needle in a haystack because Badger is all over the place. She might be drawing her cartoons at anywhere from a McDonalds to a mausoleum. It’s hard to keep up with her, and when she gets her Crumb on, it’s just hard to find her. Being that the Badger is one of my best buddies, I figure I’ll just send the Coma Signal up into the sky and she will appear. Or she just might appear because she wants to.

Yeah, my superpowers sorta suck.

I’m showered so I smell alright. Smelling good is important because people tend to like you smelling all girly and groovy/sexy. And I smell fabulous. I pondered taking Mabel the uber wonder hound, but that’s not of the good at this point because she’s snoring on the couch.

Now, here’s what groovy about the place I’m going. There is a cemetery in the back forty behind the farm. Being that I really think cemeteries are neat, I like to stare it at when I’m out there, hoping I can see some sort of sign. I might even have a story for Mack on local urban legends if the mood is right.

Or we might see Bigfoot. One never knows.

Or I might just tell  you I saw Bigfoot. But that would be cheating.