Cathy in the Wright

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It's been a tough day and a half. Aside from computer problems and satellite failures, I've had my hands full dealing with The Governor. He's wrapping up a six week World Naughty Tour, with my nerves being his fan base. Let me tell you, it's always a sold-out crowd.

Today, after receiving some not-so-flattering fan mail, he laid down on the floor and wailed, "I think I'll just lay here and cry!" Oliver Twist meets Little Lord Fauntleroy. As you wish, my liege.

And Nana, if you're reading this, he misses you. A lot. The other day I had to tell him we couldn't go to your house because you were out of town. He sobbed, "But I NEED her."

That last paragraph was calculated to tug on your heart strings, Nana. I won't suggest that you cut your trip short, but I am more than willing to ship him to your next port of call. He tells me he's always wanted to see Australia.

Don't dispair. Not all is gloomy here at The Outpost. While cleaning out some cabinets, I came across the unopened bottle of Plymouth Gin I got for Christmas. Tonic? Check. Ice? Check.

I think The Governor is going to be playing to a deaf crowd this evening.

Posted by Cathy at January 31, 2005 03:25 PM