I really know my ice cream. Ask me, front me a nickel, and I'll escort you to concrete nirvanas where Thumby and I gorge on artic bliss until our bellies chirp ‘n burp with content. Before indulging, I always feverishly whisper, "Thank you, dearest ice cream." For truly it's one of life's few dependable pleasures!

Another dependable – my playwriting. And work on my new play "All that Glitters Is Not Gold" is underway! My plugs spark when I work on this, my most serious masterpiece to date, a treatise and examination of my human mommy's life. (Alternate title: Rollercoaster Hugger).