Hey, I can't help it if Redheads leave the district whenever I enter it, or that brunettes give me the cold shoulder and that blondes snarl and hiss. To paraphrase Dan Rather, if you want to be appreciated, get a dog. OMG, that explains a lot. Are you inviting me to sit on your cottage deck? Wow, I haven't been on a cottage deck since I wore a younger man's clothes. The danger with that proposal is that I may get to like it and if that occurs there is no telling what might happen next. The entire fabric of time and space would be in jeopardy. That's a strange word. Jeopardy ... geopardy ... geoparty ... that gives me a great idea for the next Earth Day ... we'll all have a Geoparty! Then again, that scenario would leave a carbon footprint and then even Mother Earth will despise me too. There is no salvation for the truly short, shortsighted and wicked. But I digress.
