I just ate lunch. A salisbury steak popsicle with mashed potatoes and brown gravy. It occured to me just how much strikingly better practically everything tastes when you smother it with gravy.

Lots and lots of thick gravy. Mmmmmm gravy.

Could we have endured Kerry as president if he were covered in gravy? Maybe but, I think Michael Moore (who was a shoe-in to be Kerry's ambassador to the Hutts) would probably have eaten him. But hey, those are the breaks.

Gravy, it's what's for dinner.

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