It's no secret that I can be occasionally naughty. It seems to have gotten worse the older I get. I attribute it to the lack of hormones. My estrogen dried up a long time ago, along with my skin, hair, and a lot of my good sense.
Still, I try to walk the straight and narrow. I can hear you protesting now, saying, "Jane, no way do you do that."
I beg to differ. Just the other day I wrote a letter to the editor of our local paper. Surely that is the mark of a woman trying to walk the straight and narrow. And there is my absolute devotion to my cat, Harley. A person on the wrong path would not cater to her kitty's every need.
Gem for the day: walking the straight and narrow doesn't mean you can't kick up your heels now and again.