I woke up this morning to find tiny red sugar hearts and pink sprinkles stuck to the bottom of my bare feet. I looked down - hearts and sprinkles all over my bedroom floor. I know what you're thinking and no - TT the Magic Bear did not make another surprise visit to Scamperland (listen to the first podcast if you don't get that joke, jerky).

No, I learned a valuable lesson last night. A lesson that will stay with me for all of my days: don't let Mike Mirabella in your room if he has just purchased a box of half-off Valentine's Day cookies. In fact, as a general rule it's best if you don't let Mike Mirabella in your room at all. Cookies are really the least of the damage he can do, to be honest with you.

Say what you will about his messy cookie eating - that boy can play him some drums. Don't believe me? Come on by the Paradise Lounge tomorrow night as Mike and his supporting band (Scamp-something? I think?) play a big ol' rock and roll show with the sugar-sweet Casey Desmond and the pink and frosty Glass Set.

I hope y'all enjoy your long and rainy weekend, except those jerks like Hogg who live in New Hampshire, where they don't believe in federal holidays or taxes or the Tooth Fairy.