kraut and cars

I’ve been tumbling. If you know who Julia Allison is, you may know what I’m talking about. I’ve also been reading from “An American Album: 150 Years of Harpers Magazine” and drinking wine. On Monday night I ate three deep fried sour kraut balls. I thought that deserved a mention because, well…it’s deep fried sour kraut, people!

My sister got her car stolen for Christmas. But the kids weren’t in it and she has two more. Calm and collected, she tells me all about it earlier today, right after she asks how to get Chinese Porn off her computer.

“The stuff just keeps popping up. Oh, and someone stole my car.”

Her two year son old called me Donald Duck on the phone. He met the bird at Disney World last week. Apparently Donald and I intonate in a similar fashion.

Not good.