When Elvis died, my mother went into mourning.  I didn’t understand how she could feel so sad about “losing” someone she never had.  She’d never met him, never even went to a concert, yet she grieved daily for more than a week.

I understand it now.

Godspeed.

1) It’s a good thing that my dad and his buddies (as well as most people I know) don’t watch MSNBC.

2) Andrea probably best keep her bony ass out of the Bristol Mall.

Sheesh. Some people marry a Fed Chairman and think they own the world.

(Okay, three thoughts came to mind.)

Hat Tip to Short Like Yoda!