As long as you don’t mention the Blue Jays, butter melts in YOUR mouth. But, as far as I’m concerned, it always did anyway. You could love the Dodgers and I’d still love you...sort of. Maybe. As long as your back wasn’t turned.

I’ve had calicos, now, for almost 30 years. They are fragile creatures. And they know it. They act the part. Like drama queens. All females, all yentas, all me-me-me all the time. I love them to death. They’ll kill me.

Then eat me, I'm certain.

Possessor of Paul Newman eyes. Author of the straightforward & strange. “Women zai shuo ba.” Be useful; share what you can; help others always. Doctor of texts.