Stop picking on Mary--she has the face of a saint.
A Saint Bernard that is!
And that reminds me: did I ever tell you of the time Mizz Mapes saved my life when I was
killed in an avalanche while yodeling the Matterhorn in the Swiss Alps?
It's quite a story: she had this keg of Benedictine brandy around her neck . . .
(I'm here all week)