Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,
I wanted to howl at the bright, beautiful moon Wednesday night, but Princess refused to join me. Be quiet, Mommy, she said. You'll disturb the neighbors.
Que bella luna, I told her.
Speak German or English, she said, or don't talk at all.
I reminded her I don't speak German, and she turned her back on me. Such a persnickety dog.
Pam Bondi is out. I wonder if the felon will appoint Little Marco to be attorney general. He's already secretary of state and "acting" national security adviser. Why not make him AG, too? Appoint him to every position and have a one-man cabinet.
Marcus Rubicus Venezuelianus
 Marco now in charge of Muslims. |
Marco leads Mass in Latin.
Marco now The Emperor of Man.
Carol had a little accident in my front yard the other day. Her car gave my yard light a love tap. The light still worked, but it was on the ground. I was going to take a picture of it, but when I looked out the window last night, the light was standing up straight. I don't know who fixed it. Maybe softhearted, sympathetic Scott from next door? Maybe someone I don't even know.
If you're wondering why Carol drives in my yard, or even if you're not wondering, it's because when she comes over to my house but we're going out to commit crimes, such as robbing banks or swooping into jewelry stores for a smash-and-grab, Carol parks in the yard and I drive the getaway car because my car is red and, therefore, less noticeable.
I wait in the car while Carol commits the crimes because no one suspects an 87-year-old woman is going to rob a bank. She's very polite when she asks the tellers to open their cash drawers and get on the floor.
Princess and I wish you a lovely, restful Easter weekend and the joy of having a Carol in your life who will be your partner in crime, but maybe a Carol who doesn't knock down your yard light (not that I was upset in the least, but she was a little rattled and apologized).
Infinities of love,
Janie Junebug
