Dear Folks, Today was Wednesday, the day to take out my trash to the curb, and as usual my neighbor Dawn and her daughter Heather showed up to take care of it. Also as usual Dawn keeps me up to date on her soap opera family. Heather stands on the sidelines and only pipes up on rare occasions to give her own personal version of the story that her mother is telling me. I always listen to Heather and when I hear her softly say something that has to do with the story, I ask her to repeat what she said so that I can hear her. During the conversation between the three of us, I realized that in order for Heather to defend her actions that her mother knew all about, her only response was "It wasn't my fault." As they were leaving and Dawn hugged me closely again, I told Dawn that I shouldn't use such an expression before her young 16-year-old-daughter, but I said it anyway in a very clear voice toward Heather. "BALDERDASH!" Dawn laughed her head off but also said that Heather didn't have a clue what that word meant. I didn't doubt that for a moment. She may try to figure out the meaning of it in her own mind but unless she looked it up in her dictionary, I had a feeling that she would have been dissappointed. All that it means is "nonesence!" vee