"Unkempt? Unkempt!!?" I sputtered when the inimitable Lucy Pepper said she'd like to recruit me to her unkempt fold. "But I'm not unkempt, am I?" And I rushed off to the bathroom mirror to check. There I noticed my eyebrows were in need of a , slight, weeish pluck and I was dressed like a person who prays to the God, Fade. But that is hardly un-flaming-kempt is it? Is it?
I decided to take umbrage because it is common medical knowledge these days that umbrage is better for the glands than self-doubt. And, ANYWAY, I fumed, Lucy (who I'm…