There are some . . . diaries . . . so-called today that give me pause. No, they give me the dry heaves. I'm not going to link to them - they don't need publicity, they need . . . compost. So what I can turn to?
Pooties! Lovely, laughing, silly, transcendent pooties! I need pooties tonight, and I need them badly. I'll share some of mine (just pictures, I'm afraid - Big Papa is allergic) and I hope you'll share yours.
More over the fold (caution to dial-up - picture intensive)
Pooties come in so many flavors -
Serious
Timid
Tender
Very, very easily amused
Even Manichaean
How about your favorite pooties?