Picky, picky!

Some of you may remember a while back when Ken and I spent about a week and a half in California, including a few days in San Diego. We had initially talked about "heading for the border" to spend a day in Tijuana.

My niece Jen works on a military base and sent us some extremely dire warnings about Tijuana due to the danger posed by drug cartels. Murders, kidnappings, severed heads...not a good place to be right now. Jen said she thought we'd probably be okay, but wanted to make sure we saw the warnings. (Even the military was not allowing personnel to visit Tijuana.) Based on everything we read, we decided not to go.

A wise decision! We read about the latest in the paper yesterday, and here is a snippet from the L.A. Times: "In all, at least 57 suspected organized crime members, a majority of them believed to be part of the Arellano Felix organization, were killed in the last week, including 12 dumped in front of an elementary school Sept. 29 and eight tossed in an industrial yard Thursday."

That's in the last week. The story we read yesterday mentioned that a couple of severed heads were also found. That is some really scary stuff, and I hope they're able to get a handle on this horrible violence soon. I just saw an ad for Mexico tourism today, and I know we really enjoyed our visit when we were on the cruise. I'm sure their tourism is really taking a hit, because I doubt if a lot of people are visiting there now! Somebody call Crockett and Tubbs!

Okay, I need a laugh after that!

I read this in Annie's Mailbox yesterday:

"Dear Annie,

I have been dating 'Edgar,' a 37-year-old man, for about four months. Everything is great, but I have one question.

Edgar likes to groom me. This means he looks over my skin, face and body and tries to remove any blemishes. He does all this in a very loving and respectful way, but I think it's very foreign to me. Edgar says it shows he is taking care of me.

I love him very much and don't want to break up over this. I am just curious about such a practice. What do you say?

Signed, Want to Know in West Yarmouth, Mass."

Here was "Annie's" response:

"Dear Want to Know,

Edgar has a fetish. Either that or he's a little closer to his primate ancestors than most of us. Still, as with all fetishes, if this one doesn't particularly bother you, then it isn't a problem. To each his own."

Here's what MY response would have been:

Dear Want to Know,

Run the other way! Edgar is a NUTJOB! Next thing you know, he'll buy you a little red hat and little red coat, and make you play the organ while he...you know...plays his!

*****

Ha ha ha! Good grief! Okay, I suppose if this lady is okay with it, Annie is right: to each his own. I know if I was dating someone and he started picking at my head looking for lice, I'd bat his hand away and say, "Do that again and you'll pull back a bloody stump." Yikes!