Me and Super Fat Aerobics Cat wish you a happy weekend. We're serious. Look at my face. You better have a fucking good weekend.

Happy 1st Birthday Nephew Will!

And here's something uniquely Seattle ... A clown driving a Saab, drinking an energy drink.

Hard hearts and haters of love-a-lots, turn your heads.

I mean ... how could you not marry that.

The cute one tells the sweaty man a fun secret ...

There's also the theory that says rolling your own cigarettes allows you to discriminate between tabacoo with carcinogens and that without. The theory is of course the brain baby of Dr. Brent Kinkade.

At the local QFC tonight ...

The dudes, pushing 50 each, grey hair and hiking boots, ventilated ball caps - the dudes in front of us bought 3 bottles of wine and two six packs of beer.

"That'll be seventy-four fifty-six," says the cashier.

They pay and scoot along.

"Did those guys just pay 74 dollars for beer and stuff?" I ask as I put in my club card number.

"Yep," says the cashier, "Well, that and they got a single stalk of rhubarb."

"Huh."

"Rhubarb," says DiDi, "Huh."

"Yeah."

"Well."