In a little while, Jay and I are headed off to the north for my six-month Mayo checkup with Dr. H tomorrow. Hopefully, it will be uneventful and we'll find out that Spike has decided to calm down since last month. Maybe he's feeling sluggish, just lying around watching Oprah and eating nachos. And he's not watching one of those inspiring, call-to-action episodes of Oprah, either. It's, like, a boring one where a celebrity is promoting a really bad movie that Oprah claims to love.
And they're not good, spicy nachos. They're, like, soggy, Taco Bell nachos.