So it was spring and now it’s cold again and gross and what the fuck is up with the hail/sleet bullshit this morning?  Even so it’s Friday! Glorious, buttery, golden and delicious Friday which even the wicked death rattle of  Old Man Winter’s icy bones won’t keep us from enjoying.

There’s pretty much nothing funny about the holidays.  The period of time that you looked forward to so feverishly as a young person–when it was about holiday cookies and decorations and presents and The Grinch–has you stressed out about travel, family stress, gift buying and everything else. Take a break