Q asked me a couple of clothing questions and I told her to look here and here and consider this article and that.
Mind you, I didn’t know why she needed these particular items of clothing.
A few minutes later she came down the stairs literally head to toe in black and carrying a black drum stick.
“Mom, do you know what I am?”
“Uh. A Ninja?”
My friend George is the Ninjabetic. Does that make Q a Ninjabetty?