Every time someone volunteers to tell me a secret, swearing me to secrecy, I pause long enough for them to realize their folly, before fessing up to say that I don’t really keep secrets, not even my own. And if it’s so secret, and you can’t keep it in, then why are you telling me?…
Roasted rack of lamb – Wet behind the ears
Have you ever wondered what it would be like to pop a pill rather than go to all the trouble of shopping for groceries, schlepping them home, storing them, using them in a timely fashion before they rot, dreaming up what to prepare, preparing, waiting for praise and finally cleaning up after yourself? I know…