Is that a squirrel in your pants or did you just almost jog?

Oatmeal gone. Take that, Fat. I took my squidge for a walk-with-intermittent-jogging. I hope one day to be able to go for a jog-with-intermittent-walking. I made sure I jogged on my own block, so the neighbors will think I'm in great shape. "Wow, Tracy, I didn't know you jogged?!" "Oh, yeah, I just, you know, prefer to go to the track -- better running surface and I can time myself on laps." Hair flip. Movin' on. Oh yeah.

I had to pause in my composition as I was ambushed by another rogue song I didn't know I had on my ipod -- The Mississippi Squirrel Revival by Ray Stevens. Beale, I'ma get you this one for Christmas. Because it is a HOOT. There's a squirrel berserk in the First Self-Righteous Church. And that pretty much says it all.

Well, I'd better go. I'm formulating plans to make millions by convincing people they can lose their fat by taking a pill or something. SOL.