I am about to embark on a journey into the unknown, like the Hobbits taking leave of the Shire. It's going to take a leap of faith. I'm not going to tell what it is. But I'll give you a clue: it has everything to do with the proverbial female vanity (not Spanx, that one taken), well, maybe a bit to do with stirring up some reckless fun.
Maybe it's just the heat. The same heat that drove Van Gogh to cut off his ear.
But don't you worry, it's not that radical. That won't happen until I've painted my house yellow.
Yet, there's potential for trauma in this experiment, so, won't you bless me?