Morning Haiku

This morning as I looked around the disaster that is my kitchen, I was moved to write a Haiku.

Greasy wok, so sad;
Surrounded by friends of filth
No maid is coming.

Last night I joined Dickey, Peter, Jason and the smokin' red hot Madamerouge for some drinks. Peter was kind enough give me a sample of his facial fuel, along with a fabulous Xmas card from Ed and Norbert. He must have known that you can always buy friends with Kiehl's.