Harrumph. Don’t have much to say for this pony party. I have a confession: I had a nasty thought yesterday after somebody shared some good news.
There is a nice young woman who “waxes” me for a pretty reasonable price. She cheerfully told me she is six weeks pregnant. I congratulated her, of course, but inside I was thinking, damn I am going to have to find a temporary replacement who will both be more expensive and a major drive away. OK, I suck….