all misty-eyed

two-faced hermine tried getting all misty-eyed on me this morning, trying to convince me that she didn't really mean anything by her threats yesterday. i ignored her crocodile tears and rode cautiously over the surface wet by them. i saw her intent. if she could not knock me out with gale force winds, she'd knock me over with an oil slick or a slippery white stripe. never trust a windstorm!