Do not butter her up, Flit! She'll cry. She cries all the time, drips tears everywhere. Bless her heart. Sigh.
(Mary and I go back a long way, I always call her Flit. She might as well just change her name. And Nap and I go back a long way too. And Jamie. And Boo and Vic and Song...and so it goes. This is a gathering place for old and new friends. How fun.)
