Which Reminds Me

Yes, that would be so much simpler, if you could just put a bullet through my head and of course aim well so that it would be all over in an instant, almost painless and very fast. Don't need your half-baked job, however.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I hope you didn't waste a lot of money hiring a private detective to pose as a co-worker of mine only to collect information on poor little me. He even mentioned that he moonlighted as a private detective, but why would I be the target of that? The ridiculous thought did cross my mind actually, but then again why would anyone go to that much trouble to investigate boring me? That would be useless.  Ridiculous.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I seem to vaguely remember that Jane Seymour is only an actress, not really the queen, although who knows what queenly roles she might have played in her long career. Right. I don't remember who was pounding on this point or why.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, it was somewhat mystifying to ponder why I would have any need of this bellicose belligerent bulldog Meshelle always screaming in my ear on a regular basis, much less her vicious broomstick guardian Dana. I am dropping you off the edge, don't you call me, I never answer my phone.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I know, it must be so awkward for you, glued forever and eternity to that silly nitwit, while at the same time I am free to be me and not you, free and flexible for whatever the future may bring along while you are not. Thanks for stopping by for a few moments, but you seem to have completely forgotten your previous expressions of rotten attitude and the sense of relief that we felt when we finally dropped you off in Mexico where you belong because you are not be coming with us later. Needless to say.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, here I am out of high school, having carefully avoided and escaped entangling myself with those vicious nasty political people, and there you go shoving them back in my face again. I was glad to be rid of them and then everywhere I go I see their vicious nasty shadows lurking about. Why is no one dissecting the sick minds of those vicious nasty Italian witches? I am certain only that I am completely not informed of their wicked evil doings behind my back. I myself am only a distraction from what is really going on elsewhere.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I know, it is always so awkward for Mr. Wright, always having that big fat stupid "W" (Double-U) in front of your name. Needless to say.