The 7th passed.  The 10th passed.  On the 11th, I had to track Brad down.  His makers apologized and said they thought I didn't know when I was leaving. True. But Brad, oh Brad. How could you do this to me? I am in desperate need of my imaginary boyfriend.

BTW, Brad is named after Midge's impeccable boyfriend. Like my Brad, her Brad had no package as far as we could tell as girls. It makes it less complicated, and excuses vibrator obsession (Charlotte?).

This is us:

I toldja you have to be 21 to read this blog.