First, my cat dies and the Weedwacker works and the air is let out of my chef's hat and Popeye's bye-bye and a turban's AWOL and the broccoli's cockamamie and a sex scandal looms and "wash me" and Damon's a deadbeat.
Now, Kathy blinks!
My pal, Bill, telephones me from Obradoiro Square in Spain, just like last year, and demands I take the couple's photo via a Webcam.
But, c'mon! Work with me! Work with me, people! I'm an artiste!
