Hasta La Vista and Donut Therapy

It's a beautiful morning. Plotnik has fire in the belly for his and Duck's trip to Puebla and Oaxaca, seeking Day of the Dead figures for Blogmaid, ear rings for Mischief, a doll for JJ-aka-PP and a birthday present for Mummy P. Maybe a nice Mexican cell phone, since hers never works.

It's a nice time to leave -- the Plotzers are in First for a brief moment, Barry will maybe or maybe not hit 756 while the Plotniks are gone, the trade deadline will come and go and it won't matter a bit. The tomatoes on the porch have pretty much run their course but the ones downstairs should still be going strong, as long as the automatic watering automatically waters.

The icing on the cake is the return to LA for Mummy P's birthday. Baby I might have even more than five teeth by then. The Great BZWZ is arriving in ____ on ____ (Plotnik is not allowed to say where and when until she tells her Mom).

Faithful Plotnikkies, The Great Plotnik realizes he ponders and worries far too much. Life is too short. So he is considering donut therapy. Does anyone know a good donut therapist? Yes, there's only one. Enjoy the Simpsons movie, everybody.