The Friday Word, offered up by Gary, the anarcho-punk, post-modern potter and Mona's proxy this week, is "doggy."
I've got nothing original this time. Too busy shoveling garden soil all weekend (I shoveled 1.5 tons of soil twice, once into the wheelbarrow, then out again after I wheeled it into the backyard). On the plus side, our garden is a poem.
This is from the wildly prescient "Wag the Dog." I love this movie. It's not a war, it's a pageant!