Seafood Punch, Let Me Kiss You, Darling

Because this talented artist just made my day. Week. Decade.

Let me just give you the first sentence: 

It’s amazing how a thick layer of fat transforms the most hideous, gangly animal into something you can’t resist hugging.

And another one, halfway down:

On the other hand, skinny, decrepit animals-like Nicole Richie writhing snakes, Lindsay Lohan sick hyenas or Keira Knightley spindly legged insects, leave much to be desired.

(Well, Seafood Punch stuck to animals ... you have me to thank for the insightful human examples.)

On the bodily lipids front, I've actually lost 1.8 kilos (4 pounds!) since I stopped snarfing chocolate by the boxful. Only been on the exercise bike twice (I know, I know) and haven't changed anything else (meaning three nightly wee glasses of port and the occasional entire bag of prawn crackers are still fair game).

But I'm still plenty round enough for hugging. (Cute moo eyes go here.) I'm not aiming for freaky thinness, anyway. As Frank Zappa said,

The bigger the cushion, the better the pushin'.

And Frank, as we all know, was a genius. (No sarcasm here--he really was.)