I don't do time.

I remember a time, not that long ago, when the lovely and talented Mrs. Troll informed me that she had used me as an excuse to get out of some social engagement or another.

When I asked her the hows and whys, she said, “I told them that you reminded me that it is your grandson’s birthday.”

“Then they know you are lying.” I told her.

“And how would you know that?” she asked with that ‘I’ve got you on this one’ look on her face.

“Easy,” I replied, “Everybody knows men never remember birthdays.”

I love being right. That’s once so far this year and it’s only May!