The Purple Plaything, which is still a Honda scooter and not a sex toy, is sick. Based on my vast mechanical knowledge, I have conclusively ruled out it's not the spark plug, or the... well, that's the extent of my mechanical knowledge. All I know is the darned thing won't start.

So my brother took the scooter home with him. It wasn't easy to see my baby go. I'm feeling a void in my heart, an emptiness which can only be filled by chocolate. But I don't have any chocolate, and I can't go to the store to get any. I have nothing to drive.

My prayer this holiday season is that the scooter won't cost a lot to fix, thereby making said holiday season a bit difficult in the gift giving department. The last time it wouldn't start, it cost me over $100 in replacement parts. I may have to start selling spare body parts to pay for it. Anyone need a used spleen? Tonsils? Brain?

In Tango the Wonder Kitty news, I'm happy (?) to say he's decided to do a few misdeeds, just so I'll have something to ramble about. That really was sweet of him.

Why, just the other day he took all of the towels out of the bathroom cupboard and spread them all over the room. And then he unraveled most of a roll of paper towels in the kitchen. He also got under the couch earlier and made weird noises to terrorize the rottweiler who had been sleeping on said couch. Because all rottweilers sleep on couches, when they aren't sleeping on waterbeds.... don't they? If not, they should. Ours seems happy with the arrangement.

That's all for now, but tune in next time for three dancing bull dogs, all in a row... provided I can get a decent picture of them. They don't move around much, but taking in all the gorgeous details will be a challenge.