OOOO !! OOO!! ME ME ME!!!
Well, the truth goes like this...
It was a lovely snow-covered December Sunday morning when I went to visit "he who shall not be named" who remained in his house locked away like a june bug in aunt Tilley's root cellar when I suggested that we go see, "Brokeback Mountain" for the first time. At that suggestion, he acted like I poked him with a red-hot poker.
"He who shall not be named" tore around the house, kickin and screaming and putting up a such a huge fuss that I thought he would throw a hairball but, with a lot of persistance we were soon out the door and on our way to the theatre.
One hour later, after I paid for the tickets and his large pop and popcorn, "He who shall not be named" was crying silent tears and that, folks, was the start of a beautiful thang....