D'oh!

It's National Donut Day! Or Doughnut, if you are a purist. This is the sort of holiday that I can really get behind. It's right up there with "Dress Like A Gorilla Day" and "Talk Like A Pirate Day". Nerds have a lot to answer for.

I'm taking the weekend off. Yes, I know this brings a chill to your hearts, but I'm off to the wilds of Kinderhook, N.Y. for a nice fife and drum Muster. We get to wander around the Historical Society, and Martin Van Buren's childhood home or something, and probably drop like flies from the heat and humidity...but it Will Be Fun.

Since my Sweet Baboo considers camping to be when the ice machine on his floor is out of order, we are NOT pitching a tent or staying in a camper on the parade grounds, but instead in an incredibly historic Bed & Breakfast Inn, conveniently located two doors down. I can rough it when I have to, but I have to admit that coming home to a jacuzzi and sherry on the veranda are MOST attractive.

Brightest Day was pretty good. It didn't have Hal kicking any cats though. What it is with DC and cats lately? Power Girl's cat has been the hit of her series, and finally gets a name, Hal is molesting Dex-Star, and Roy is beating up thugs with a dead cat in an alley in Arsenal. Not that I actually BOUGHT Arsenal...but I heard about it.

Go forth and eat doughnuts.