Just got back from dinner w/ C's parents and grandparents (it's his grandpa's 76th b-day)...I'm stuffed but happy.

A few of my diaryland buddies mentioned the sad event that took place early this morning. I'm talking about the death of Mr. Rogers. I grew up watching him, I loved him. I realize that if you watch his show now, compared to other choices on TV for kids, he seems rather dull, but I was always glued to the TV watching him as a kid. I'll miss him.

Ok, I gotta get outta here. First C cut a fart, then Harley (my dog) let one rip, and I can't friggin' breath.

Be back soon.