Saturday, September 04, 2010
My dear spouse of about a hundred and fifty years, She-Who-Must-Be-Obeyed, just came in and was reading over my shoulder. She knows I HATE THAT! Anyhow . . . She just had to comment: “Aren’t we being a little gushy over a coconut?”
I had to tell her to get on about her business: “You have no appreciation of the fine arts, so scat.” She left the room cackling like a crazy woman – another thing I hate.
