July 6, 2011 § 1 Comment
Can we postpone this — like, maybe a week?
Penelope, I thought you had your heart in this.
Oh, I do. I do. It’s just that . . .
Heaven knows, you have enough to say.
That is in a good way. Isn’t it, Mistress?
Well, dear. I think people will have to make up their own minds about that, now won’t they?
But it’s been fine everywhere else.
That’s all well and good, but starting up like this.
And what fun it’s all been!
When these people don’t even know us.
Back and forth, back and forth.
I just think it’s a little cheeky.
I get excited every time I think about it.
On the precipice of new beginnings.
I could just cry for joy.
Just calm down. Take your week. There’s no rush.
There is a God in heaven.
What’s that, now?
Oh, I was just mumbling.
Mumbling, is it?
Then why don’t you just mumble your way right back to that computer and get back to work.
I will do that.
Yes, you will.
Goosebumps on my goosebumps.
There’ll be some goosebumps, all right.
I should say. The very nerve. Starting off her blog like this.
You’re angry with me?
No, darling. Not angry. Just thinking you should give out a link.
You mean . . . ?
Someone might want to know a little more about us.
But we were going to start this off fresh and new.
Under the circumstances.
But where – which one?
Oh, not there, Mistress.
It’s fine. Should be just fine. Only grown-ups here.
If you say.
And besides. You’ve been such a good gurl.
I do as I’m told, Mistress.
When you know what’s good for you.
Nothing tawdry or untoward.
Exactly my point. But we’ll wait a week before posting it.
Whatever you say.
Yes, isn’t it just divine? Run along now.
I’m off at the starting gun.
I’m not going to argue, darling. Now, shoo, shoo. I have other things to do.