I don't know why it is, but every time I think I know what's going on I have a rude awakening. I thought it was safe to hide under the bed and enjoy a little martini but now I understand we could be invaded by peach pits. Peach pits? Maybe I should make it a double martini. With pickled onions, olives stuffed with anchovies, canapé or two, and some go-berry pie. I'm going to pack a little basket and board the V2.
