Every jit has his bag ~Anonymous (me)

Angiosperms grace the planet everywhere but evil doers (remember that Shrubism?) want you to focus on dung, like we're beetles. Having sworn off fugly years ago, I segregate my attention towards our babies and their babies to override the hazmat mandate and stay centered. Freddy Fender had it right when he let it be known "I really believe I'll be OK". Here's where we go to Sedating with Will. Inspired by Freddy and conjugally experienced by inmates of a different cortex, we pump up the gosh/golly movement favored by lethargists and vodeodoes and find sweet serenity in pure lassitude. The argumentative stuff is left to the obsessives and we, ever so gently, retrace our arc and smile as we logoff. And all without the need to do it backwards and in high heels.

No nonsense. The ambiance is perfect and the feeling is right. Knock wood.