A movie where nobody gets blowed up

We went to see Happy Feet. I’m not sure where you stand on the issue of animated, talking, singing and dancing penguins, but as these things go, this was pretty good. It helps if you take three boys that will sing and dance along with the hip-hop. There was some kind of ‘save the planet’ […]

Fat Tuesday

Technically, it happened Monday night. But I’m still feeling it. I ate an entire pint of “Marsha Marsha Marshmallow,” and chased it with a glass of eggnog laced with Extra Old Mount Gay. Then I died.