Just demolished a pound and three quarter lobster and dripped butter on my, uh, "shelf." Washed it down with pinot grigio -- now I'm ready for a nap again, but the diabetic cat needs his insulin. (He had a treat -- licking lobster juice off the plate.)

Happy B.D., Maureen!!! A bit late. Wish I could have been there to help all you Chesterites (Chestertonians? Cheswicks?) celebrate!

Linn