That’s what all the folks here at the Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse tell me. The folks who are left, that is. So many have taken “extended vacations” at the Ohio Redoubt that I am wondering if it was something I said. I don’t know, maybe something in reference to flat triangular noses – sort of like What’s the point of a profile shot when they have mug shots taken? Or maybe, Gee, if one turned up missing and we put a picture on a milk carton, would we wake up to find a thousand candidates at the door?

Yikes, do you suppose they were just using my non-organization skills to cover for the real reason – my lack of tact? There was the time Two Moo was sitting here while I was looking at types of cows on the Internet and remarked to Der Bingle that this one type looked like his big leather chair in the living room – kind of a burgundy brown.

Say, do you suppose we are spelling Two Moo’s name correctly? Maybe she is actually, To Moo, as in to mooo of not to moo, that is the question. She’s a big fan of Shakespeare, dontcha know? Well, maybe I shouldn’t say “big”; enthusiastic or dedicated or devoted might be more tactful.

Then it could be Too Moo – implying her cow essence is so exquisite that it approaches the sublime. Oh, dear, I just glanced over and it appears I walked by her and dropped my sweater on her head. Forget tact; they are probably going to tack me to the wall and duct tape my fingers so I can never post again. Oh, dear, I think I’ve given them an idea.