Uke, you make me feel all squooshy inside.
Hee hee hee!
Oh, yeah. The mental image of Ike “playing with his one-eyed pug” is so heart-warming. Fortunately, I always have some dry ice on hand to pack my heart in when it gets too warm.
Where were ya this weekend? You were supposed to be serenading me, under my balcony. There I was, with a clay flowerpot with one huge daisy in it, ready to drop it right atop your porkpie hat . . .