Ohhhhhhh noooooooo, Kathie, please have mercy. Please do not holler for Tony. I just meant....oh you know....Oedipus the King..... Oedipus Rex, Greek tragedy by Sophocles I think. BC. Long ago. Tragic hideous mess. Miserable ending. Ohhhhhhhh. Oedipus' name lives on in psychology books. And my business name.....Ohhhhhh. Oedipus/Edifice/Building -- Rex/Wrecks.
Ohhhhhh Kathie, please don't go get Tony. He will get me. Tony and that English major hangup he has. Ohhhhh, noooooo. Please don't tell Tony. Sometimes I forget. Or try to. And then it just comes out in me. Ohhhhh, I don't know why. I should know better. I had a good friend in my younger days who would lie about her major when she met guys she liked. If they found out she was an English major, they would flee she thought or at least move down another bar stool. Why oh why didn't I just keep ironing and not start typing today.
I gotta get outa here. I think I see Tony with his torch and his pitchfork. Ohhhhhhhh noooooo...........
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