1) Last night I walked into the kitchen about midnight. I put my hand on the corner of the counter and heard CRASH! tinkle tinkle tinkle. Two balloon goblets from last winter’s thrift shopping were sacrificed on the midnight altar and I spent 15 minutes sweeping up the remains.
2) Tonight’s gone from Alan Chapman and Jimmy Buffett to Evelyne Laye and Jeanette MacDonald. ‘Cause that’s how I roll.
3) In the words of the late Crystal Allen, “Oh, it is dear of you to want to be with me on my birthday. But I won’t be lonely. No, honestly I won’t! And if this weather lets up my neuralgia will be better and then maybe I can . . . oh no, it’s nothing, it’s just nerves.”