Beware the Ides of March
Last March, early morning March 15th, to be exact, Doctor Steven ****** went where no man had gone before.
If you’re me, you clean house like Christ is coming to dinner before the maid comes. Way I see it, you’re not a packrat or a Pigpen until others know you are, any more than a tree falling in the woods unwitnessed makes a sound. Ditto for dental visits; I never brush or floss more diligently than I do in the days before seeing my sultry Persian DDS. Likewise, I clear-cut the dark side of my moon the day before my colonoscopy. If you took that candid confession to mean that I Brazilian waxed myself, you were half right: from the taint forward, conservation; from the gooch back, deforestation.
