Hot. We were talking about hot, right? I’m just back from an Expedition to the Dentist with Darling Daughter. She was having molars sealed. Tomorrow it’s to the orthodontist for installation of brackets! Whee! :rolleyes: But anyway, the point is I was outside where it’s hidously oppresive and I have to have on work clothes, which are all pantsy and shoe-ey. I want to be semi-nude at this stage. Shorts and t-shirt, max. Well, now I’m in my office where A/C reigns, although I’m not in the ice factory like Taters.
OK … here’s something. What I don’t know, but it’s something. I awoke this morning with a Burning Question on my mind. Burning. Why does Puggie refer to her ex-husband as “The Klingon.” Surely she’s explained at some point; surely I read that explanation. Or maybe I just made one up. I envision him as 6-5, hairy, rumpled brow, possibly aggressive, distasteful at the very least. Why. Why, I say.
Since I couldn’t simply ask La Pugsta, I turned to barely awake Hubster. “There’s a woman on SD who calls her ex-husband ‘the Klingon,’” I say, “and I don’t know why.”
Hub Unit: “Because he won’t go away?” :eek: :smack: 
Me: “Besides, I need to think of an interesting name, too.” For my own personal ex-husband, you know.
HU: “I already did.” And we say together: “Pigpen.” Hee hee. Reason being, whenever he shows up, these clouds of chaos appear around him. He talks a mile a minute, there’s children jumping up and down, doors are slamming, etc., etc. Plus after living with his infernal messes for 16 years, it’s wholly appropriate.
I still like “Klingon,” though, and cheerily await a thorough explanation. 
– Ellen (feeling smiley-ie)