Flannery Flailings

Did you know that Dorothy Parker used to slip her dog a sleeping pill at night when she took hers so he wouldn't wake up (or wake her up) too early? And this is the woman who MY GIRL admires so much. This can only mean trouble.

And, yes, the rumors are true. I look like a shaved weasel once again with wee hairy toothpicks as legs. Bookstore boy came in to work the other day all set to tell a story but he abruptly stopped once he saw me and said, "My story can wait. It's obvious that Flannery has met an ill fate with a lawnmower and needs my comfort." I need something- like a stiff drink.

In the meantime, until my hair grows back, I refuse to look at any pictures of myself. Hence the red x-s. It has nothing at all to do with hosting problems and the girl being a sloth at changing things around. No, not at all. It's not as if she's too busy doping me & herself up on sleeping to do something productive or anything like that.