OH, TESS, I just love what you've done to Willow Manor. You were right, as usual, didn't need more than a dash of whitewashing! And the moat at night! Now everyone will want one! Fabulous, of course!!
OH, this old thing? So glad you put me in touch with your little dressmaker! I intend to wear it more than once, something I never do...it's just so cute...I mean FABULOUS! My date, my charge, my next husband, well who knows? I try my best but the sweet old thing still keeps confusing me with a chair...see what I mean?
Yes, I do still call him Mr. Eastwood, don't like to overstep my bounds! He generally calls me, (or the chair) punk, as in "Do you feel lucky, Punk"? At this point he generally pulls out the chair and in very clipped tones, tells it, "Go ahead, make my day". Sometimes he says that to me. At times I have accommodated. After all, a legend is a legend! But for the most part, he is a fabulous companion.
How adorable of you and Radical Rad to be giving dance lessons on the terrace! And no, it's never too late to learn the two-step. Touch dancing is so fabulous!
Chocolate martinis..if anything will get me to look less like a chair...this could be it! Cheers, and I'll let you know about the fabulous results later. Oh, Mr. Eastwood, I'm right here, next to the chair!!
Some thing's working! Now Mr.Eastwood is talking to a green girl...."Go ahead, make my day"! Does he mean me, the green girl, or the chair? Anyway, we've had a fabulous time. Tess, no one can throw a ball the way you do!! See you next year!!
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