Bike Hike Babe keeps me unstintingly – and not only with her comments - in laughter thus, no doubt, prolonging my life by more than an hour.
This morning, and call me simple if you must, I was in stitches when receiving BHB’s mail of how to administer a pill to a cat. Only those of us who have been there will recognize what she is talking about. Snide remark – as befits me as the bitch on the blog: No wonder Grannymar has no time for cats, or me come to think of it. Wish I were a dog. In fact Grannymar will, as of now, be known to the world as GMM. An acronym for “GrannyMar Marred”. The tragedy being that the damage is, apparently, beyond repair. Amendment an hour later or so: GMM is rubbish. I prefer GMOABF (Grannymar on a BLOWN fuse).
Don’t worry, Conrad, I will come up with your own claim to fame. Trouble is it’s harder than I realised to bitch. Still, I accepted the job. Looking forward to seeing you at the water cooler. Don’t send your mother instead. Maybe mighty Mayo is willing to give you much needed assistance.
Wait: How about COASF - Conrad On A Short Fuse?
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