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National Fix-Everyone-Else Day

He is surly, mean, unkind, angry, a horror to be around. We need to sweeten him up. Grab me the honey jar, woman! She doesn’t trust anyone. We need to teach her to be less jumpy. A few hours on the trampoline ought to do the trick. If he doesn’t have a cough, he’s got a headache or a tummy ache. Somebody has to readjust this hypochondriac’s thinking. She’s too compliant, too self-less, too giving; it’s hard to respect her. We need to harden her up. Put her in the microwave! They are too willing, too open, too kind. Everyone takes advantage of them. We need to straighten them up. Run and get me the big ruler. Yes, it is fix-everyone-else day and I am in high form. Until they grab the megaphone out of my hand and Drag me toward the lobotomy shed. HELP!

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Date: 3/13/2018 7:16:00 PM
As soon as I saw the title, I HAD TO read this one, and it didn't disappoing. This is an absolute scream, Caren. I'm howling. I can just picture you, bullhorn in hand!!---til it's taken away and the balloon bursts. Kind of like the Great Gatsby when the tent came down, in a different way of course.
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 3/13/2018 9:52:00 PM
I appreciate it so much that you understood immediately the irony of the title, Gershon, and so glad you liked it!
Date: 3/12/2018 8:24:00 PM
Hahaha! I see the humor here yet the tragedy of truth as well. Great verse
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 3/12/2018 10:34:00 PM
Thank you, Rhoda. I am glad you saw the tragedy.
Date: 3/12/2018 2:59:00 PM
Quite the vivid imagination. Love it, Caren.
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 3/12/2018 10:34:00 PM
I used to be surrounded by fixers, Line. Not anymore.