It’s me. Daph. Isn’t it delightful to be back here! I spent the weekend pondering which two new colors to dye my hair, and whether I should buy another yacht, but mostly I yearned, positively yearned for my sweet darlings on the Posse.
We seem to have developed an unattractive case of the text glitches, but I’m sure there’s medication available for that. We’re working on it. Speaking of medication, naughty March was out rather late last night watching the Fourth of July fireworks in her neighborhood …. yes, it’s true. They gain their independence and what then? Why, they move their Independence Day fireworks to 29 June, that’s what they do! Because it’s more convenient. How deliciously …. American.
At any rate, March is now locked in her laundry room, sniffing her attars (sounds dirty when I say it, doesn’t it?) and resisting the temptation to duct-tape her children to the roof of a passing mail truck. In the meantime, our lovely blogmistress Patty is once again unable (!) to access her own blog! I’d love to hear from any of you around the country …. can you see me? Hear me? (You can’t touch me. Sorry.) I have … I think … 26 or 27 emails sitting here between Patty and the blog-fixers, teasing me with their silly little techno-speak. CPU and cms and propagation and so forth. I think I’ll go paint my nails and have the Bentley washed. Hopefully we’ll have a post up tomorrow. Until then …. cheers!