Now she's calling me She-ra. Apparantly, that was some cartoon back in the dark ages when she was a kid. She's almost 40, you know - just 2 more weeks. That's no spring chicken. Now she's grumbling because she has to get something called a mammogram every year.
It all makes me glad to be a bird, and a bird of mystery, it seems. Who knows what new talent I'll demonstrate next?
That's all today. Have a Happy Friday tomorrow and a wonderful weekend.