Dear Diary,
For a brief moment today I wished that Evelyn had succeeded in tossing me off on the Knob. Jane passed me an epistle, with a wry smile, as she departed the breakfast table with Willy Tert. I read it and almost wept. I contemplated asking Ned to damage me with his chopper thus rendering me immobile for a few days but I do not like pain. It seems the dreary Gustav Wynde is in the vicinity tomorrow and begs my assistance. The epistle was very longwinded, just like the fellow himself, but in brief it seems the property he was purchasing is no longer available and he has some local viewings tomorrow and wishes me to accompany him and give my honest opinion of them. I suppose I must be grateful of the opportunity to dissuade him from buying locally.
May God give me strength!....and the unerring power of persuasion.
Kristin Chenowith - Home
14 years ago
2 comments:
Dear Wayne,
Just the thought of Ned doing damage to you with his chopper has me all a fluster. I do not like pain either but I believe there are some instances where pain and pleasure can be experienced at the same time. Might this be one of those times I wonder?
Yours from dreamland,
B.
My dear Mr Moose,
I fear Ned's chopper could only inflict pain upon a person but in the right hands it could be used more sensitively...
Yours pensively,
Wayne Austen
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