She started it.
thank you. both of you.
E-LIZ-a-beth! You made my day. You made my week.
I can take anything now.
I am grinning like a weasel.
And I prefer “all her idea” to “all her fault”.
I love this.
Elizabeth, this is how my head feels most mornings, that vague sense of a rodent scratching around up there. I’m never quite sure if it’s early stage dementia or booze from the previous evening.
A beautiful drawing.
Phil, is it a weasel, a ferret, or a stoat, do you think?
Well, ferrets are very good with humans – not sure about under hats, but, they relish a trouser leg.
The more I think about a stoat, say, boring through my brain, the less I like the thought.
That’s one them skinny-tailed squirrels they grow out in Johnson City.
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