At the risk of undermining all the warnings I’ve been issuing of late, like yesterday’s dire warning of being compelled to take one’s cross-dressing too far, or the forbidden passions hinted at the day before, I’d like to offer up this simple tale of courage. It is said that the true hero is not a person who feels no fear, but someone who does feel the fear—and acts anyway. That means facing whatever challenge happens to be at hand; from charging into a burning building to marching yourself into the teeth of an end-of-season sale at Dress Barn, wearing a silk blouse, pencil skirt and four-inch peep-toe pumps. Most people, one suspects, would prefer the burning building.
P.S. By the way, this caption completes my four-day pre-Easter blitz. Now it’s back to the drawing board for me, to come up with new material. May the Easter bunny be kind to all my readers and bring you lots of goodies and whatever else you desire that an over-sized anthropomorphic rabbit is capable of delivering. Hmm, I wonder if that would stretch to lingerie… They used to sell pantyhose in eggs, so why not?