There is a time when logic is bypassed, shunted, blocked, corralled, folded, bent and stapled to the outhouse. Usually, but not always, it’s when the consumption of alcohol is involved and if not that, then a nice gooey pecan pie will do fine. It starts with a tease, then a blush, then a whole body quiver – the kind that starts at the toes and stands the hair on end – but settles somewhere in the middle, above the knees but below the stomach and causes either one of two things to happen the following morning.
1. Lots and lots of tenderness and checking of sore spots.
2. Screaming, crying and throwing of shoes, purse and underthings.
By Rose Dewy Knickers, November 12th, 2008