Because my Financial Advisor sounds like Jack Nicholson is not the reason I am with him. Sure - he has several things in common with Jack besides that voice which I love to hear on the other end of the phone - he lives in L.A., he is married to a sexy actress and like Jack, he took a good long while to settle down. A number of weeks ago I had a chat with Jack. Jack was playing one of his more neurotic menacing characters and our conversation was not unlike the chicken sandwich scene from the movie Five Easy Pieces. Except - role reversal - I was Jack, and Jack was the stroppy waitress who loathed me. In the end, I got what I wanted and did not even have to tell him to stick the chicken between his knees.
That would be terribly rude. My youngest child had show-and-tell last friday and chose to bring in his book on table manners. Terribly funny from a boy who has a hard time sitting at the table. I asked him why he wanted to bring in his little book and he said in a perfectly deadpan-kind-of-way "because I like table manners". Almost the way Jack would have said it.
But - I digress. I do have the toast. The toast is going to be changed into sterling and I thought it worth a bit more of a wait. But - the toast is burning! And I do not mean California which is also on fire as we speak. Actually, it is not the toast, but, rather the toaster which is looking alarmingly wrong...it has looked wrong for a good long time but is really rather really wrong according to rumors....
