The rug man said "It's been repaired, and that's how it got the hole." Sorry, rug man. I have a picture, somewhere, of the very dog--a golden retriever with a low tolerance for inactivity. When his Georgetown masters left him alone a bit too often, he started gnawing on the rug.
Thus, I got the rug with the bite out of it at a neighborhood moving sale for a song--"How High the Moon"--and a dance--"The Masochism Tango." Surely you remember that ballad by Tom Lehrer?
I know too wellYes, I paid too much, but I couldn't help myself. It's got flowers on it. And the rug man told me the pattern is called "French flowers." Cool.
I'm underneath your spell,
So, darling, if you smell
It's my heart!!
And yes, I voted for Ronald Reagan, too. Once. This is humiliating confessions week at Xtreme English.
Over and out to lunch....