Just not right

Sometimes I got nothin' to say, but it never stops me from blathering and slathering frosting on a hollow cake; I take another look with fresh-pressed eyes and I was right to walk that night sky into the solid ground.

Um...what?

I'm starting to spend so much time in my bathrobe that I look like an escaped mental patient, so I figured I might as well write that way, too. Oh, I hear you all now. "Ooooh, how about some more o' those sexy, sexy bathrobe shots?" Well, let me tell ya - I ain't that easy.

Okay, yes I am. Fact of the matter is, though, I don't have any new bathrobe pictures, and I'm too lazy to take any. So quitchyer whinin' about it. Wait, wait, that was harsh on my part. Come on back, 'cause I've got a picture I think you'll like even more than the bathrobe.

It's festive.



Click on picture for larger image if you're not already totally grossed out by this.