|I happen to know the bodice on that titian haired temptress is relying heavily on staples.|
Sweeties, mrpeenee will be distracted over the next few days as I pay host to our dearest, oldest friend, Rich, aka Rikee, aka the Felonious Tart, aka Magda visiting from New Orleans. We have been friends so long, I don’t even remember why I refer to him as Magda. I believe it has something to do with tambourines, but then so many things do, don’t they?
One long ago Mardi Gras, he watched over me while I was so loaded I was unable to do anything except lie on the floor of my bathroom, tripping, tripping, tripping. At least, he did until he went out for a drink, but he came back. And isn’t that the mark of a true friend?
We always used to make jokes to each other about winding up being old ladies together and now, here we are. My, my, my. Could be worse. Could be dead.