"I'll leave that one for you to do. You handle the kindness, I'll handle the constant mocking ahd shaming. My voice usually recovers by Sunday morning, and it's well worth it to watch the swollen, anti-American, pus-filled scabs squirm uncomfortably as they desperately avoid eye contact with the humans across the street."
Stop with the diplomacy speak and give us the truth, darn it.
Got some urgent aging parent issues as a priority right now, but when that all calmes down, I look forward to joining all of you in the cold on the corner. Probably be tied up until Christmas or so. Yell a few creative insults for me, please.
Come on down when you are able! Shake the Rendell dust off your heels!
I'll try to come out of my shell tonight, just for you! :-)