My mo-ther can't come to the blog right now. I've sent her to the market on a fool's errand of looking for a very special organic dog food that I read about online. We'll just keep it between us chickens that this particular dog food is only available in Australia, OK?
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I was doing just fine, sleeping with my silk pajamas and sleep mask firmly in place, when the old lady started bellowing "Oh, what a beautiful morning!" at the top of her ample lungs at 5:30 this morning. We apparently are experiencing some sort of weather related phenomenon that does not involve freezing my little heiney off, so Mo-ther felt compelled to welcome the day in what can only be described as her own special way.
Progress continues on Aunt Laura's Stained Glass Windows. I think this piece is particularly fetching, and have already selected a place for it in my study....just above the davenport. Methinks the color scheme will go quite nicely with a new Persian I've just had my broker bid on for me at Southeby's, so as long as Mo-ther remembered to pay my AMEX bill this month, we should be good to go.
Life continues along quietly here at Chez Spinster. I see my Aunt Chrissy from time to time for a little intellectual stimulation, and make do with whatever inane conversation Mo-ther concocts in the interim. My cousin Bosco continues to amuse me with his antics, and there was a brief moment that I considered joining him on Spring Break this year before I remembered that I care neither for board shorts or beer parties.
I do apologize for my absence, but between trying to keep my idiot mo-ther from doing stupid human tricks that will surely result in a trip to the local emergency room and writing my novel, there just isn't a lot of time in the day.
Are you all well and enjoying your own particular corner of the world?
I hope so.
Until we meet again, know that I remain your loyal and devoted friend. Keep those cards and letters coming!
With love from your pal,
Stewey
