* I lie hoping you don't look into itYou: *I had already gotten a call from the schoolYou: come here, let me look at what you're wearing todayStranger... I step into the living room and shrug my arms. I am wearing a loose tee-shirt with a low cut V neck. My shorts are jean shorts cut low to my mid thighs.You: * I motion you to come closer, I'm setting on a chairYou: Don't you think these shorts are too short? and too tight?Stranger: * I grumble and move closer to you.* No I think they are cool. Signed S. Gerald Fitzpatrick, Esquire Butte Montana.”It took me a minute to figure out who Jacob Stanislaw was. Agnes had brought in my ham and eggs. Seeing my pensive look, she asked, “Bad news?”“Not good, Agnes. “I replied, “I just found out that a good friend died.” Seeing that she wasn’t satisfied with that answer. I started telling her about M.Sgt. Jacob “Jake” Stanislaw.When I divorced my wife, I was wiped out emotionally. After everything was said and done. And the vultures had finished. " Krei T'Pol is not a typical Vulcan," Terval said."You can say that again." Krei T'Pol is not a typical Vulcan," Terval parroted, which obviously amused the human even more."Sorry," the Commander said. "That's just a figure of speech. It means that I completely agree with your statement." Interesting," Terval said with a raised brow. "I believe it would be prudent for me to study human colloquialisms in more detail, now that we have a human clan member." That'd be mighty generous, but trust. ’ Horace smirked. ‘And what’s on the menu today?’ ‘We have minced beef in the larder, so we can do meat and potatoes, or meat with spaghetti, or we can have pie or burgers.’ As he spoke a single bloated rubber-clad finger flicked from side to side in front of him in the graceful, precise movements of a windscreen-wiper on an automobile. ‘Minced beef is very versatile. We can do lots of things with it.’ Horace moved across the kitchen towards him. ‘You’re obviously very talented.’ Poppy’s mouth.