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February 09, 2005
I've been such a wicked, wicked girl.
I've been meaning to post, you know. It's just that my houseboy, Hector, has been maddeningly lackadaisical about fanning me, and his mojitos are always just a bit too heavy on the rum. That and the bonbons — it just takes a girl's initiative away. I've barely been able to bestir myself from the front porch here.
I hope you didn't think I was busy with work or any such thing! Heavens no! How very proletarian it must be to have "work" to do. I don't know how you people drive off your estates every morning and go and sit in offices, or wherever it is you go to earn your money. I'm sure it's enough work just to get the gardener to stop lopping the buds off the lilacs. Honestly, I have to do everything around here. This place would fall apart without me. I'm ready to retire for the day just thinking about it.
But I suppose I'm being unfair to you, the workers. I suppose you demand your bloggy little bread and circuses. And heavens to Betsy, I'm just too indisposed with all my leisure to be troubled to generate my trademark wit this morning. But be a dear, would you all, and click on the Autorantic Virtual Moonbat? Perhaps you haven't seen this yet. Have fun chatting with the moonbat, my dears. You'll find it's a perfect simulation of IMing with a DU poster. Me, I'll be up in my room recovering from the day's labors. Oh, where is that Hector?
Posted by EtherPundit at February 9, 2005 12:13 AM Category: