I think the lyrics of “The Lady Is A Tramp” are all about me. I mean, besides the obvious.
“She’s broke but it’s OK”
“She hates California, it’s cold and it’s damp” (Well, I love CA, but just this second I’m hating the cold and damp part.)
“She gets too hungry for dinner at 8″ (…and with that, I have to go eat. Note the time of my post.)
