The last week has been a rather stressful one, considering my health scare. Sadly, the history of skin cancer is not my only ailment. I take seven pills a day to keep my cholesterol down – it’s not dietary, but genetic – and I take antibiotics every day to fend off the cellulitis. I’m not getting any younger, but I am getting shorter.
Last year I promoted Dr. Evil to co-blogger status, so he could blog for me while me and the clan were in The Happiest Place on Earth – DisneyWorld, not the Bunny Ranch. He did such a bang-up job, I had to keep him on staff. (Heh, heh, “staff.”) Now, he has responsibilities, and a smokin’ hawt girlfriend, so he cannot post as often as he had.
So we’ve acquired a Player to be Named Later… or, um, now.
Please welcome Mollie to the Earp Ranch. She hasn’t been here very long, but she possesses all the qualities the good Doctor and I admire: snark, sarcasm, and… snark. She also adds a bit of estrogen that has been severely lacking here, especially since I started menopause.
As always, treat Mollie with the same respect as you would me… scratch that… We don’t want you treating her like a homeless leper with a speech impediment and B.O. Treat her like a lady. You know, hit on her mercilessly. I’m kidding. Like Peggy Bundy, she’s married with children, so save your pick-up lines for Metoo.
Dr. Evil and I are very happy to have here. Once she starts posting, you will be, too.