My left side is better than my right side, maybe. Kind of depends on the light, I suppose. I've never been a big fan of posing, so I won't start now. Suffice to say it's most often best to see me leaving than arriving. The warm hugs and kisses are nice, on both occasions, I mean, but going away parties seem so much more festive for some reason. While welcome home parties lack something familiar by the experience not shared. I like to sneak in and go out with a bang, perhaps that's all I'm trying to say. ------- **The woman who wrote and posted under this pen name here and elsewhere passed away in 2012. Her stories will continue to post by proxy over the next 12 months or so.