I can remember the days when I could jump around like that.
I think.
Not about the jumping.
About the remembering.
Ah, yes, the good child.
You know who you are.
Well, Gentle Readers, it is time once again for me to bid you a beautiful, bountiful, benevolent, braggadocious weekend.
And never, ever forget to keep laughing.
Here, kitty-kitty . . .
(oh, man)
