a time for everything...or not

There’s a first time for everything, right? Well, not everything. For example, will there be a first time that you are kidnapped by aborigines, coated in Skippy peanut butter, and made to sing like Carol Channing while they videotape you and broadcast it over the Web? I doubt it.

But, there is a first time for beginning my commute on a rainy morning, juggling my bag, my travel mug of coffee, the sports page, and an umbrella that has opened twice when not needed. Last night I set it on the porch to dry. It inverted and filled up with rainwater. I suspect it won’t be the last time something like this happens. But, hey, it beats singing like Carol Channing.

Is “female Viagra” really a good idea? Is it even necessary?