the lost glove is happy

so they say. the lost hand is? eeh?

i'm like a kitten in a kitchen window. happy as sea clams, not a lost glove. not a lost hand either.

i did get in what i thought was a good natured fight with a perfect stranger on the telephone today. i thought she was my sister and when she protested that she didn't have a sister i said, you bitch! the hell you don't! are you at work? and she said, no, i really don't have a sister and i'm not a bitch. and then i thought, well, maybe she's not my sister. and i said, oops, sorry. sorry about the bitch thing. and hung up. i'm not sure she thought it was as riotously funny as i did.