Monsieur Jeffrey Evans Birthday Party with Special Guests
at Murphy s. And now I must run like the wind. As always, I really don t care what you do this week, because I don t even know you, and unless you are willing to start addressing me as My Mamma Poo in letters to the editor, I feel sure I don t want to meet you. Besides, it s time for me to go check on my ConservativeMatch.com encounters to make sure my email pal hasn t been transferred to (ack!) San Francisco.