And we can listen to XRT!

It's going to be a busy weekend. We're leaving today to take Pork Chop to his new home in Illinois with Lyra and her family and while we're there, we're going to visit family and friends and eat. So far our list of food musts includes:

Super Dawg
Lou Malnati's
Adreani's Pizza
Marie's Pizza
Bagel Country
And one of any number of coffee shops like Kappy's on Dempster.
We'll also be bringing home a sack of Kaufman's bagels, I tell you what.

When we come home, I'm going to weigh 20 lbs. more, I tell you what. And yes, I realize that our list lacks a certain variety, but we'll probably squeeze in another hot dog joint or two, if we can. There's a fiscal method to this madness. After this trip, we won't have to buy groceries for the remainder of the month. We'll live off our fat.

We're also stopping at the halfway point and I hope I get see amyg show is celebrating her birthday today so you might want to go wish her the best.

I am really looking forward to this. I've been so homesick for Chicago, I can't even tell you. So on Monday, if you hear of an incident involving a silver-haired woman who had to be forced to stop clinging to the Welcome to Illinois sign while she cried that she wanted to staaaaaay! you'll know who's been at it again.

Here's our route. Fascinating, I know.


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See you on Monday or Tuesday. Until then...love, peace and all the rest.

P.S. CSPAN''s Washington Journal read one of my tweets this morning. It was both cool and odd to see my face on TV. Good thing I stopped using that avatar where I'm mooning the camera.

 P.S.S. In case you're worried about my reckless broadcasting that our house will be standing empty, please note that the house is under tight security. You've heard the stories about my crazy ass neighbors, right? Well, they're keeping an eye. And the five Pussies for Peace will remain at home where they are in very bad moods about being left behind. They have a few stern words for Rahm and are pissed to be missing the opportunity to meet with him in person instead of via Skype the way they usually conduct their bullying advocacy. Be warned.

Slap this on my bumper

I grew up not too far from Corydon, Indiana, which is where Butt Drugs is located. The last time I visited my family in Rising Sun, I planned to make the tiny detour to visit Butt Drugs so that I could take Sophie to a real soda fountain, but our plans got changed and the visit to Butt Drugs was canceled.

Enter amyg from Amy Wrote It. She lives not far from Corydon and somewhere along the line I mentioned that I want to visit Butt Drugs. Well, she couldn't send anything from the soda fountain (she considered it), but she did send me a bumper sticker that is causing quite a stir on Facebook.

Thank you, amyg. Every time I look at this sign, I smile.

For those of you not familiar with amyg and her fabulous writing on her blog and in syndicated columns, you should rectify that right now. Lord, I am such a child that I used the word rectify because it reminds me of the word rectum. Butt Drugs. Rectum. My inner twelve year old is rolling around on the floor laughing. My outer adult is about to send me to the corner.

While I take my punishment (not the good kind), you guys listen to this and try, just try, not to smile. (NSFW means not safe for work so put on your headphones, lovers.)

Thanks to someone special for turning me onto Lucille Bogan.