It's Spring. How can I tell? Mr. Happy and the twins won't shutup.

Actually, this is a good thing, because earlier in the week I was going to write a lament about getting old and them being silent for the past two weeks.

They woke up last time I was at the gym. Two young twenty-something ask me a complete innocent question and in the middle of answering it Mr. Happy pushes the big red rational thinking override button. I have a brain freeze for two seconds and a picture comes to mind. Young lady #1 is in Black garters, and matching panties and bra, while young lady number #2 is in a Burgundy thong, over my knee and I have a ping-pong paddle in my hand! (Still trying to figure out that last past.)

I'm so going to fry.