well, tis that time of year again- tulips are up just tempting the deer into my front yard. I dare ya, ya rats with horns!
should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well reserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate
in one hand, wine in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming . . .
"Damn, What a ride!!!"