This is not my friend Shelly.Neither, so it seems, is the individual in the photograph in the last posting labelled Friends. Non-Friends ('This is my friend Shelly.')
It is, though, my friend Shelley and after she notified me of the spelling mistake, I promised her that I would post an offial retraction (Isn't that what happens when you remove someone's guts) -- official retraction. This is it.
I'm sorry Shelley. And even though it adds an extra letter -- meaning work -- to your name, I won't do it again.
Shelley brought to my attention one last blatant error I made in that same posting: she does not dance the Tango but has, in fact, studied the Flamingo although I think she's in denial. She mentioned nothing about Paris, Texas -- the place or the movie -- but she did mention the fact that she was particularly touched in my description of her as being complex and having layers. I told her that at the time of that posting, I had just installed Adobe's Photoshop: as far as I was concerned, everything had layers.
And curves. But I wasn't about to describe her as having curves on account of the fact that people may get the wrong impression. I mean, don't get me wrong, Shelley's swell, but she's an inny and I'm an outy kind of guy. And I couldn't exactly talk about her histogram, now, could I? At least not in public...
Sorry Shelley.
