Better than... ice cream?

Nanny did one of the kindest, most inspired things in the history of man--- or at least, my history as a man--- and mixed the juice from her organic peach with some cereal. I have risen beyond the level of food critic and am now officially a gourmand.

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Happy Monday!!!

Greetings, all! I come to you refreshed, after a weekend at my own personal spa known as the Chez Kessler, where I go from time to time to be pampered (that's with a lower-case "p," mind you) and relax, while giving my regular staff some time off.

I was, of course, my usual charming self-- you know what it's like when you are a star; even when you are relaxing at your private retreat there is still some member of the Paparazzi there waiting to snap a picture every time you turn around.

None the less, it's nice to be home, and l expect I will spend much of the day lounging and enjoying my familiar surroundings. I am so relaxed I am not even going to give Nanny a dressing-down for not having the new video footage we shot last week posted.

Special thanks to the Staff at Chez Kessler for a terrific weekend!