Some time ago it became the rage when explaining something, be it policy or personal preference in pie, to pose a question and then answer it with a definite “absolutely”. Well, I’m tired of it.
Will this cost more money? Absolutely. But it will last three times as long before it falls in the river.
Will this set the project back? Absolutely. But if mistakes are not corrected, the project will never succeed.
Will apple pie give me calories? Absolutely. But the down home flavor will remind me of the values of my parents.
Aren’t you tired of it? Absolutely.
My palm tree is dying. I need a palm tree expert. My certified arborist called today and had to cancel his appointment. His mom died. Would have been quite tacky of me to tell him to put his mother aside and come look at my tree so I didn’t. I do have some tact. Once in a while. Amazing isn’t it.
I am grinning. And Saturday Night Live comments are already percolating into my mind. I don’t really know why. Do I need help? Absolut . . . vodka! Perhaps.