After drinking a little wine and staying up late to watch a movie, I'm sitting here this morning in a complete fog. So instead of thrilling you with my wit and social comment, I have decided to post a little story that I found in some of my Father's old letters.

"The Story of Rindacella"

Rindacella went to a Bancy Fall, and met a Pransom Hince.
When the clock struck twelve, she ran and slopped her dripper.
The Pransom Hince tried it on all the ladies in the kingdom.
He tried it on Rindacella's first sad bister, and it fidn't dit.
He tried it on Rindacella's second sad bister, and it fidn't dit.
He tried it on Rindacella and it fid dit.

Moral

It pays to slop your dripper at a Bancy Fall!