Sep 24, 2002 23:37
I suspect that the rather spectacular tryst my darling husband and I had the previous evening was to perhaps distract me from an impending problem at hand. Now, mind, I am not quite certain that I overheard the following information correctly. However, if I did indeed eavesdrop and heard everything as crystal-clear as my best Romanian crystal, there is going to be War at the Malfoy Manor.
You see, I could have swore to the muse of Giorgio Armagi that I accidentally heard Lucius planning a dinner party with some fellow 'associates.' 'Associates' meaning the usual gang of drivel - MacNair, Avery, and the like. I simply loathe said dinner parties more than Off the Rack! The fact that I have to play the part of the dutiful wife and hostess wearing a smile that will surely speed up a very unwanted wrinkling process on my face rather infuriates me. If these men were worthy of my time and effort, perhaps I would not be so bitter. Alas, these men are idiotic oiks who couldn't distinguish between a standard margarita and a Top Shelf one. Pathetic, really.
I would type more, but I must go! I think I hear my darling husband coming this way-