Off to Wolfhead for the great chili cookoff.

We’ve got to bring at least one dog with us (not ours), because leaving her at home is asking for destruction and a possible heart attack brought on by separation anxiety.

She’s a cute girl, but man, needy.

Of course, she’s curled up on my lap, happy as a clam, right now, and it’s very sweet, so no complaints.

Also, why are clams so happy?

Beyond the obvious double entendres regarding cunnilingus, which certainly makes me happy.

But a clam itself?

What’s up with that?

Target: 1100 words
Written: 128 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: You Are Here, Chris Hadfield
Comics: Shadowhawk v6 2-5
Music: In The Valleys Of Our Hearts, The Long Lots (locals, check 'em out, they're terrific, especially live)