Oh. I would have bet all the tea in China that a tough cookie like you would use your noodle to try and butter me up by posting things like chicken out, don’t be a ham, we got sauced last night, flat as a pancake . . .
More from the peanut gallery, I see. I don’t relish all this sassiness I get from you, Little Missy, and if you knew what side your bread is buttered on, you’d do everything you could to avoid a dressing down from me. I’m pretty much a big cheese around here, people know me, and my home is outfitted in fine mahogany. ~