My saboteur is a little Jewish guy who works in a deli. He knows how it really is and doesn't speak very often except to tell you how it really is when he just can't take holding back the obvious any more. He speaks his view of the obvious which is part Divine and part "you dumb preppy blond". He is really too busy to bother with his hands in greasy salami and salmon, and he can not take the time for any more than a brief judgmental glance at my chest...he's disappointed because its not much. But he does state a truth and it is easy to justify his wise views.

"God let me grow old, but lead me not into the times of old age."

B.H. 5-24-10