The gardener re-scheduled for Monday night. Hmm...
Another date for Monday night (I forgot about) texted to cancel.
So I agreed to Monday.
Then I realized I am having dinner with my neighbours on Monday. So it's cancel, cancel. Already I'm running out of steam. Things fizzle in a flash people.
If you're a dingbat, is it wise to date another dingbat? Maybe the Universe is protecting me from this accomplished Playboy. You know I don't have the skills to deal with that! He already broke my my hand. What next? I could lose my whole head?
I'm just a simple country girl plowing the radish fields in my gigham dress and pigtails. I'm hitting the triangle calling "Pa" to dinner as we speak.
Sure, I can dress up the exterior with the acumen of a drag queen but, hell, it's just an "act".
Do I hear music? Time for another performance...