Dirty hippie!!! Hey!!! I'll have you know I can't comb or cut my hair due to a rare and life threatening medical condition! Hopefully a cure will come along soon because all my republican colleagues tease me about it.

The coffee didn't taste like a morel, it was far far better.

So the morels are absolutely relentless this year. These were collected in the wash-water areas of my front yard, one was found about five paces from my house... you would have been able to see it from a window if I didn't have a large phish tapestry hanging over it... ok... the phish part was a lie.... I somehow feel suicidal/homicidal now.

Do you like how I added the little sprig of lilac flowers to the basket? Does that mean i need an operation or hormone treatments of some kind?