"There is but one good throw upon the dice, which is to throw them away." (Chatfield)

So that there will be no misunderstanding of the blog I wrote yesterday about sending articles, jokes, etc., if it's read carefully a friend who knows me and my interests will understand that they can feel free to send me anything they feel I would like to know about. Of course any photographs of gorgeous young ladies scampering about in the meadows, at the pool, or in the kitchen--or even elsewhere--with or without bathing suits, thongs, sleep wear or shoes will capture my attention. But try to remember that I'm in September.

Did you ever send an e-mail to someone or some company's customer service asking for advice about something you need to know, and get a reply that states you will receive a response "in 24 hours"? While waiting patiently at the PC's monitor, 25 hours have passed and still no response. Since your request was sent by e-mail, it could not have been put through the shredder. Perhaps the recycle bin? So, in frustration, you decide to use the telephone and after pressing "1 for English" (you're a true blue American, of course) you get a message from the "main menu" suggesting that you press another number from 1 to 18 (Chai). After listening to all the numbers, you've forgotten the one you need to press in order to get a live person who doesn't chant their English. Consequently, you just punch "Operator" over and over, and wouldn't you know it--a live person comes on wishing you a lovely day and asking what they can do for you. As it turns out, there is not a thing they can do for you, so they say they will switch you to a supervising technician. You are all a-twitter! You're getting some action. She says "Can you hold?" and you reply in the affirmative. After a few maddening minutes, you suddenly get a dial tone. Then you get a xanax.