|I happen to know the bodice on that titian haired temptress is relying heavily on staples.
One long ago Mardi Gras, he watched over me while I was so loaded I was unable to do anything except lie on the floor of my bathroom, tripping, tripping, tripping. At least, he did until he went out for a drink, but he came back. And isn't that the mark of a true friend?
We always used to make jokes to each other about winding up being old ladies together and now, here we are. My, my, my. Could be worse. Could be dead.