A Peeceful Morning Ahead

It’s that time of year again. I get to ride the wild stirrups and pee in a cup. Yippee, with an emphasis on the second syllable.

Last night my friends Peter, Sue and Sue/Myrna came over for pizza and, in the case of Peter, to harass me by putting my hair accessories on his big old bald head. Sue brought an old book of questions for youth, written in the 1920s, so we could discover how incredibly dumb we are. By the way if you are ever asked the largest bird is Mozart — well at least it is Mozart if you go to the back of the book for the answers and don’t exactly remember correctly what the number of the question was. Oh, and cows have toes — did you know that — two on each foot. Now I can say “I’m happy as a two-toed cow in a field of clover” if anyone ever comes up to me and says “How happy are you?”  Maybe that should be an eight-toed cow — oh the bovine pressure is too much for me.

Well I have to go and pick out a perfect pair of socks and drink a lot of water so I can deliver when the pressure is on. Later …