Flattery...

 ...it's getting The Daddler everywhere.  I see right through him.

Deb called this morning to say she was going to bring lunch to The D instead of taking him out.  When I gave him the phone to talk to her, he asked who it was.  When I told him it was his favorite, he said thought that was me.  Butter wouldn't melt in his mouth.  Still, it made me feel good.

It was grand central station around here.  While Deb was here, Kiddo's dad came to help him move some things from the old house (soon to be rented, I hope).  After that commotion, they hung out for a while before K headed back to Chapel Hill.  In the meantime, they all watched the Carolina ball game.  I played Words With Friends intermittently.  Deb regaled me with her stories of the absurd.  A woman who's become wealthy designing virtual hair extensions and perfume for sale on Second Life.  Another woman who's also hit it rich by filling a niche in the market for weirdos who have some sort of fetish for watching a morbidly obese woman eat.  She weighs 600 pounds and people send her money, ostensibly for food.  She decided to close her site.  She's lost 85 pounds.  Crazy.

But it goes on.  Deb became a Tweeter during the Casey Anthony trial.  She tweeted Nancy Grace and some other legal analyst about double jeopardy.  She follows Ozzy from Survivor, Joel Osteen, Dave Ramsey, Donald and Donald Jr. and Ivanka Trump.  Adam Carolla.  Go figure.

What's funnier, though, is that she has attracted a bevy of porn stars - Brandee, Shaina, and Easter, to name a few.  They all have websites with URLs involving the following words or word fragments:  Porn, Vid, Fetish, Hot, Sex, Perverted.  Ok.  I added that last one.  Actually, Easter was quite the poetess.  Here's her latest tweet:  Roses are red, Violets are blue, None of our friends match, Who the f*#@ are you? 

Wow.  How do I submit a Pulitzer nom?  Deb finally figured out how to delete these strange twits.  Kiddo left for the hills.  Deb left for god-forsaken Bartlett.  The Carolina game ended.  And now, here I sit, with my scintillating Saturday night social life stretching ahead of me.  Which reminds me.  Time for The D's din-din. 

And more Words With Friends.