Well, here's a reminder: it's not Mary, even if she does drink like a fish.
Oh. That reminds me--it's not sturgeon either, although you could become a sturgeon if you get good grades in college and get accepted to medical school. You might actually learn something on this blog about college--or maybe even about grades.
You could do me the honor of a comment about how this blog is doing. No swordfish, please. Mary said so. At least SHE cares--as soon as I find out the new password.
Trust me. You can learn a lot in a place like this from me. And maybe you'll learn about cars--or education. They go hand-in-hand. I took my girl's hand and led her to my car--and boy, did I get an education.
(In fact, writing that was an education from the maestro himself; and let me tell you it sure was wild to find myself as a medium-in-writing-assistance mode with Groucho. Mark Twain and O. Henry have also borrowed me in similar ways, and of course, Oscar W. You might say I led a real Wilde time in a past life. And I'm completely Earnest about that.)