Just a victim of circumstance

Yeah, everybody's tired of kitty posts. Well, almost everybody. Frankly, there's probably more coming. As a side note, I have to confess that I have been really busy and Mrs. Wolves has taken a lot of kitty pictures. I have not abdicated my responsibilities, but the project remains boring, The Farm is winding down (for that matter, so is the project) and the Packers are on the bye this week, so no game food porn. Politics depresses me right now, and my car is in the shop. I expect at least one of my dogs to bite me sometime soon. And since I am claiming to be a victim of circumstance, try this on for size:

Love me some Joan Jett. Got a guitar pick from her during a show in a bar in Rochester, N.Y., the day after Thanksgiving in 1981. Hitch-hiked up from Blacksburg, Va. to visit my little sister at college for Thanksgiving, so I just happened to be in town for the show. She wasn't huge yet, but I worked at a New Wave radio station at the time and jumped at the chance to see her. But I digress.