Yesterday Grandmére Mimi sent me this photo of yours truly that I had no idea existed.
It was taken during my trip around Scotland with Mimi and Cathy last year on the day before I was relieved of my chauffeur duties and allowed to return home to my loving wife. As you can see the stress of coping with those two for nearly two weeks (especially Mimi who would never do as she was told) has obviously got to me big time by this point. The truth is if anyone even mentions the word "Scotland" I still start shaking uncontrollably. It's post traumatic stress disorder, tht's what it is. I ought to sue and I would if Mimi didn't have that stuff on me that I don't really want to become public knowledge.