Certainly doesn't mean that you need to read any of this nonsense. Any of it. So off! I'll be calling tonight (I needed to anyway, as your mother is miserable at returning any bit of contact), and if I hear that you haven't locked your "special book" into a gigantic cupboard yet, there will be trouble, young lady.
Oh, dear Mr. Watts. Your charm comes at a moment in which I am also electing to go a full forty days without cognac, which -- and I am sure you'll agree -- is needed in order to traverse these pages with a semblance of sanity and, I dare say, good humor.
Still, your courtesy and affections are missed. (A rare thing, at the moment.)
That, my dear, is truly admirable. I wish I had had the same fortitude (for I'm assuming you've still not picked up the magazine), save that unfortunate mix-ups with notebooks and Compendiums occured. Perhaps it was meant to be, considering current events.
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I don't even talk to those people!!
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Trouble that involves me knowing where you sleep.
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Still, your courtesy and affections are missed. (A rare thing, at the moment.)
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FOr lent, I gave up reading Cosmopolitan!
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