Oh, hello. Are you still here?

Last night, I had a bowl of cherry tomatoes for dinner because Rob is out of town and I Couldn’t Be Bothered. They may have been grape tomatoes. I am turning into some kind of animal, a kind that works all day and eats cherry (or grape) tomatoes for dinner. A monkey?

In honor of National Coming Out Day, observed earlier this week, I am going to Come Out as someone who as a child used to practice falling off of skyscrapers. My parents’ bed stood in for the roof of the building; I would position myself so I was hanging off as far as I could and then try to pull myself back up. Sometimes, my parents’ bed was a rock in middle of a lava floe, but it was the same principle. More often than not, I ended up on a heap on the floor, the bedspread piled on top of me, but I learned my lesson.

The motto of Coo Coo Land is “Be Prepared.”

The motto of Coo Coo Land is “Cherry Tomatoes: They Aren’t Just for Breakfast Anymore!”

The motto of Coo Coo land is “Why Did They Cancel ‘Just Shoot Me’?”