How does Tut know the correct message to send me? I received this one Tuesday morning and it pretty aptly summed up how I felt that morning.
Remember long, long ago, when you were considering living the “Potential Adventures of Karen Gibson,” among an infinite array of other choices, how you suddenly turned to me and asked deadpan, “How much trouble could I get into, anyway?”
Do you remember my reply, Karen?
I told you it would depend on a good number of factors, not the least of which would include climate change, geological pressures, celestial weather patterns, the star you’re born under, political friction on the street, worthiness, luck, fate, or the mood I’m in.
At which point we both burst out laughing so hard we almost needed stitches.
Like a hyena,