Surprisingly, the Pope and I don’t have as much in common as you might suspect.  Except maybe this.

About 6 months ago, I shared with a friend that when I got up in the morning, it sounded like popcorn, and that it was mid morning before I didn’t feel like ouch when I did my chores.  She suggested a little hooch. I assured her that I had some vanilla kaluha in decaf coffee at night before bedtime.

“You’re doing it all wrong,” she scolded me.  “Put the kaluha in your morning coffee.” Well hell, I was already drinking alone so I might as well drink before noon, too.

It works like a twenty dollar knife on room temp butter.

So, I was glad to see the Pope.

So, I’m on the lookout for a killer breakfast Tequila Sunrise recipe.

On another good news item, this morning I learned that Madison Cawthorn got beat so badly last night that his grandchildren will be born shaking.  It’s my theory that Republicans were mad about the cocaine sex parties. Because they didn’t get an invitation.