sassy Bespeckled I've been walking with a swagger lately, a little smirk behind my sunglasses and high-collared coat. A little gait in my step, a little bounce and a little secret smile. I don't know why, but I feel lately like everywere I turn I have something delicious to hide from someone. How many secrets am I keeping? I haven't really given it much thought. Maybe 20, maybe none, but - no - definitely a few. None of you know, as I cross the street and watch for traffic - you wonder, even, what is that girl hiding under that coat under those sunglasses, behind that sly smile, beneath that skin? You'll never likely know. (But it's so very very good). 080131 ... gja Hey Bespeckled. Even as I clicked sassy I was two thirds of the way through constructing my blathe. I was going to write that I sometimes use the word "hammy" to describe what I thought could described as sassy. I now know I was wrong. Your sassy is better. It is not just the simultaneous desire to investigate and protect your secrets. (How many are there by the way?). Its the confidence, vulnerable only because its source is unclear. Its the...oh I dunno...its sassy. Almost sounds like it is. Ta. 080201 ... gja Oh, and if may be so presumptuous as to ask - is the high collared coat off white? And I grow even bolder still – what is underneath? Besides you, that is? 080201 ... Bespeckled It's black. I wore it tonight, actually. But with less of a gait in my step, I'm afraid. 080223 what's it to you? who go blather from