And that’s not a typo. Instead it is the phonetic spelling of how my friend speaks. His accent is what I find most endearing. And if he were here with me now, that’s what he’d say … “Jill! Good lort girl. Stop it!”
I am too old for this! Swear! Double dog dare you. Maybe this is something I am doing to distract myself from that which ails me. De-Nile ain’t no river in Egypt. The more I say I don’t care, the more I really do care. Dammit! Curses! Much more important things going on. Knowing and doing are two different things though. Aaaahhh Calgon make me away …