Depends who you ask. Iâ€™m being fed all the lines: AllÂ hunky-dory over here! A tad challenging. Better than expected. Canâ€™t complain. Totally stinky. And, of course, â€˜come here oftenâ€™? (Never mind.)
You are a cagy lot, Pumpkins.
Those that profess to tell the â€œtruthâ€ tell me the hemorrhaging is so bad, the Twilight series is filming a â€œTravelâ€ special and the Red Cross is planning a fund raiser.Â
Point is, no one will tell you itâ€™s bad, â€˜cause that would make it worse. So we talk in code. Itâ€™s like no matter what was wrong with my second husband, he insisted I tell his mother it was â€œindigestionâ€. Over ten years and two heart attacks, my mother-in-law kept running over with prunes. Iâ€™m willing to cook prunes if it will help â€“ but apparently the only thing which can save our bottom line this winter is flushing some capacity.
So, how bad is it?