My I don't have to run day

At home on Sunday and I may not go further than the driveway to pick up the paper. This never happens, and it's already been eventful. Woke up to hear crazy screams from cats in the backyard. Catfight!


After a quick cleanup, Wendy and I dug into magazine work. Readers are dropping by the house all day. Here's Nikki from Eagle Rock. Her Hello Kitty bag has Bowie, Clash, and Murakami buttons on it, so we knew she was okay.


Wendy's parents dropped by with a bunch of these... My grandparents from Toison called them dung, but I guess the Cantonese pronunciation is more like jung. The ones of the left are meaty, for my parents. The ones wrapped in thicker string are veggie versions for me, my brother, and my sister.

More people coming to read soon. Come by and help, and maybe you can open up one of those banana leafs and see what's inside...