9 Chickweed Lane by Brooke McEldowney for January 10, 2008
Transcript:
"They said you could be a little bristly." "'They'... whoever 'they' are... are wrong. 'they,' in fact, should keep 'their' gobs shut. I am not bristly... I am three octaves below cantankerous, and 45 tablespoons northeast of surly." "I am crotchety, but still at a state of grace in which underwire has meaning for me." "I'm Britneigh." "With an n-e-i-g-h?" "um... ...yes." "Oh, Lord. And I was about to show pity."