[Your cherry red lipstick]
It's coming a flood, as they say, beyond the plate glass.

In preparation of my social date tonight, I have painted the ol' toenails red. I still haven't picked out a place to eat. I'm wondering if we should go somewhere that I can get good and sloshed so I'll actually feel like talking. A lot.

We spoke on the phone yesterday for a minute or two, just to confirm the date and time and such. She sounds much different from how I remember her. It could be her years of professional training (she's a stage actress), but it wasn't even her diction that struck me; it was the pitch of her voice. It's an octave higher than I remember.

Thanks to all who have called and written regarding Floozygate. Phil tells me he's going to be stern with her and make sure she backs off. Failing that, it's going to be all fists and elbows.