My head is like a sieve. If it was me, I don’t remember it. That sounds like me though. I usually speak about myself in the plural (there are volumes of psychological books documenting such behavior). Usually I’m saying the negative of that. “We can’t see you!” or the ever popular “We’re all gonna die!!!”
I almost killed a ninja this morning. My beloved “Miss ‘Pay your personal property tax’ 1958” was seriously in stealth mode this morning. Between the rain, oncoming and well lit traffic and her complete refusal to wear anything but flat black almost spelled her downfall… and mine. My cat-like reflexes kicked in and we were all saved. She grunted. I called back to her “Pay your personal property tax!” She grunted again. I think we have finally found a level at which we can communicate in a meaningful way.
Hugs and kisses,
Pete
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