Run Away!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And rejoice upon eating the minstrels...

Black Wednesday approaches quickly and without remorse. Very cleverly I have refused to acknowledge said epic moment in hopes that it will give me a miss and I can just carry on merrily in my self-delusion. Unfortunately, I think it has cunningly ferreted out my plan and is waiting on cat paws to pounce, rip out my eyeballs by the optic nerve, swing them gaily around like a bolero (those clever cow-catching devices that look mysteriously like clackers used by vaqueros in Argentina), and fling them into a pointy object such as a very prickly cactus.

On the lighter side, I was asked this weekend about my happiness at this very moment in time. And, I had to respond that other than my lack of a significant other to torture, I was pretty damn happy and well-adjusted. I've got a couple of jobs that I dig, some pets that are really stupendous, a family that supports me and tells me when I have something in my teeth, some long-term goals, and my hiney gets smaller by the day, perhaps even hour. I have nothing to speak of in the way of wrinkles, flaps or physical overages, unles you count a lovely bosom that still resides north of my navel. I have good friends that think I am a riot and occassionally I have a really super date (this past Saturday ranking right up there with all timers).

Not bad for a woman with little if any maturity, in complete denial about reaching a certain age, and truly a fantastic catch waiting for her knight. MMMmmm, life is good!