Tonight has to be a full moon.  How else to account for this much wackadoo-ism?  (and btw, is there an “h” in wackadoo?  Whackadoo? Or not?) I stayed up super-late last night writing and watching The Biggest Loser, so there was no getting up for Ashtanga this morning.  Boo.  Had the bril idea of going … Continue reading Pudding, Puppets and Chocolate Covered Pomegranates