So much for Harris's recent delusions of holiness. A Little Angel doesn't throw up his second breakfast while sitting near the Denon mini stereo, with a dead aim into its little ventilation openings on top. I'll say no more... except that quite a bit of it landed on the CD inside, featuring Gregorian chant by cloistered nuns.
Way to go, Harris. Talk about blowing it.
A Budding Saint would also never push a delicious layer cake belonging to his people off the kitchen counter, turning it into Chocolate Upside-Down Cake.
We know it was him.
So it's back to business as usual around here, even sooner than I predicted. I now predict a return to a life of thievery, attention-seeking, and acting spoiled. But he'll be photogenic, no matter what he's up to: