A New Week

Oh, Blog, I have so many things to tell you.  You know me so well though, that I am sure you remember my origins.  I grew up in NYC where there are three types of wildlife called pigeons, squirrels and roaches.  That is all and that is enough,  Of course, unless you are my friend Brad and there is a Tweety.  But pets were few and far between in my day.

Now I live in PA in a suburb which may as well be on a farm in the 1850s with Laura Ingalls Wilder because I just learned how to light a match yesterday.  In NYC there are on switches. Bloggy, not matches.  And if the on switches don't work, we call someone dressed in green.  This person, dressed in green charges us one million dollars to fix the on switch which we pay because we think it is a great deal because we still get to keep our latest issue of Vogue and it it is not a light bulb because when a LIGHTBULB goes out the man in the green clothes might have to call his supervisor and things REALLY get expensive.

Anyway I was standing in my kitchen looking out the window (NOT covered in bars which is also a rare commodity from where I grew up -- no not in da clink, Bloggy, JESUS) and I saw a raccoon.  I know what raccoons look like because my parents used to take me to the Bronx Zoo,  which is now called something like the Conservatory of Nature's Wildlife Dream Unicorns or something.  At the Bronx Zoo, you get to see raccoons but more importantly you get to smell skunk.

So after I saw this raccoon, I started to smell skunk in the kitchen so then I was like oh no that must have been a skunk, not a raccoon.  And then I was like what the f is really the difference and I should go google that shiz.


Happy Monday.  It's a new week, Bloggy!