This week's massive crave.

The lady at Wal-Mart looked at me sort of funny last night when I walked up with 4 or 5 boxes of these things. Stephanie bought a pack thinking it may be something Scott would snack on. He doesn't snack on them. He eats a box at a time. Luckily he took his last doses of roids last night, and the gorging should stop later this week. I think he cracked the 90-pound barrier on this round. He says he is striving to reach triple digits. He wants to crack through the 100-pound mark.

Derry's first hockey game in this coming Sunday! You can keep up with his team at this link:

The Pee Wee Grey Team (they've not picked a name yet).

And "Dave" the cat reappeared yesterday evening, this time sporting an orange collar. We're not sure if he found his way home and has escaped again, or if someone else in the hood took him in. I found him sleeping on one of the pool floats in the garage. He looked quite comfy and at home. Maybe he's trying to run away or something. He. I keep saying he. Dave isn't a boy, she's a girl. I know it is confusing.