We Glossed, We Flossed, We Bossed...and We Glow On
Farewells have never been my forte. In fact, I'm better known for the French (or Irish, or English, etc.) exit: make a big entrance, help get the party going, then quietly slip out before the evening loses its luster (after paying your share of the check, of course). Though some may find it rude, the art of the French...