Well, there wasn't one. We've been working it for the last two days at New Media Expo in the fine LA suburb of Ontario.

We'll bring the funny back on Monday, no doubt, and back on track.

So far it has been a great trip with about 40 mini live shows as Betsy keeps'em rolling.

She's not getting one of these wigs but cleaning up some of those
leftover perm curls.

Must be the air out here.

I'll get a pic when she's out of chair.

Betsy and I want to know what you think this woman keeps in her
pants. Or maybe this is the new rage and we to pick some up while
we're here.

We've made it to the plane but first Betsy wanted to ride the magic sidewalk.

I wanted to call this pimp chariot II (see post about ride home from
airport last week).

The car service company must find this to be hilarious. I guess it is that or I've reached status.

Regardless, rolling with your lady at 4:11 am in a highclass white stretch such as this can only be a close second to having hawaiian pizza for breakfast chased with tapioca pudding.