Don’t ask.

Another interesting night for the clan. Not that clan. We don’t have anything to do with them. Currently anyway. Just kidding. Really.

We went to Laff Spot and I was part of the headliner’s act. Not in a bad way, he didn’t make fun of me or anything. There was a lull and he had nothing to say, asked if there were any requests, no one answered, I asked where he got his watch. He said “What are we doing here? A fashion show?”

Later, Garden District Glam called and we met up with her and the other girl my husband ditched for prom that year, Haggis and Smokin, at the DJ’s Saturday gig and then went to coffee which turned out to be fun, minus the rubber pancakes. Happy Haggis. No Wet Cat Face tonight. No sir.

“No, I don’t,� Kitsy protested. “I doubt if they’d give a job like that to a woman, unless she was a hundred years old and as efficient as the mischief.

http://www.jenw.org/kitsy.htm Go here and click all the links. The quote above is your only clue. Be pleasantly, gleefully, surprised.