How many times has this happened to you?
You’re looking for a word. You know you know the word – it’s right there on the tip of your tongue! Now if you could just get it out into the real world…
“What’s that other name for embalming fluid?”
“The other one.”
“Uhhh… Ffffff – um – fffff – fffff – fffformmmmmm – formaldyhyde!”
I like how that works. Wouldn’t it be nice if it worked on other things?
Say I needed five bucks but I only had one. If I waved a one dollar bill around long enough, what are the odds of it eventually becoming five?
Yeah, I know. The odds are not good.
But hey! Maybe that’s how that toilet paper thing works. You’ve heard the joke, right?, that rubbing toilet paper on your chest will increase your bust size because, after all, you’ve been rubbing it on your butt all these years and look how big that’s gotten?
Yeah, I’m a little distracted today!
Anyway, tonight is the annual SNOball at The Ritz Theater, a neighborhood gala, a dress-up event with a live auction, bands, drinks, food, and people who have sickened of winter to the point of being willing to wear cocktail dresses and high heels, the cold be damned. Willie and I – followed later in the night by Kathy and I – are working the door, taking coats, answering questions, and, with any luck, getting free drinks from the bar.
A gal's gotta try!
At least once, anyway.