Yesterday I locked my cat in my clothes closet for ten hours while I was at work. I open up the door in the morning to peruse and kvetch and wonder what I should wear, and while I'm thinking, he darts in and hides in the back. I don't even notice him going in. When I come home at night I can hear a tiny, far away meow, which I follow upstairs and around the corner to the closet. And I think - crap. I did it again.
Just to be perfectly clear, the post below is about JERRY LEWIS. Not me.
And finally, I admit that I might have made another donation to Hillary for a chance to win lunch with her and Bill. Might. Maybe. It's a possibility. I'll let you know what they serve.