Butthead Lives!

While in Point Reyes, I made a pilgrimage to the Cowgirl Creamery cheese shop and got a souvenir logo t-shirt.

Now, most foodies--even foodie-wannabees like me--know that those Cowgirls make the finest cheeses this here West Coast ever curdled.

But to everyone else, including my inner Beavis, my t-shirt gets a double take. "Huh huh, you said creamery, huh huh." (Fire! Fire! Fire!)

In other news, and as I just wrote Badger, I am perky and ambulatory today, though still sporting an excellent deep phlegmy cough. It is perfect for elicting the "how dare you come near my precious offspring" look from nearby mothers of small children.