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Saturday, December 9, 2006
Whatever Lola Wants!
Whatever Lola Wants...Lola Gets! She wanted a leopard blanket that Cyndee brought to Dusty...but...she wanted it on the Chartruce Western Wagonwheel sofa...well...I think you can see the result. She's irresistable.
Ruby, you have to do something about Lola and Al. I know that what he and Lola have is special, and after these several years, I've come to accept it, but really! This is too much!
The other night, I'm pretty sure he murmered "Lolariffic" in his sleep. Never mind what I was doing awake in bed listening for him to talk in his sleep (truth is it's the only chance I get to read his mail...but I digress), the point is that in the morning, he vehemently, nay, violently, denied the whole thing! What's a (human) girl to do? What is it with Lola? When we're there, she transfixes him with her steamy gaze, beckoning him nearer, nearer, while keeping a watchful eye upon me, making sure I keep my distance.
How can she have everything like that?! The leopard print blanket, the hand-knit sweater, and Al, too? Was I invited to sit upon the chartreuse couch! Nooooo! But there's Lola, just grinning at me.
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Ruby, you have to do something about Lola and Al. I know that what he and Lola have is special, and after these several years, I've come to accept it, but really! This is too much!
The other night, I'm pretty sure he murmered "Lolariffic" in his sleep. Never mind what I was doing awake in bed listening for him to talk in his sleep (truth is it's the only chance I get to read his mail...but I digress), the point is that in the morning, he vehemently, nay, violently, denied the whole thing! What's a (human) girl to do? What is it with Lola? When we're there, she transfixes him with her steamy gaze, beckoning him nearer, nearer, while keeping a watchful eye upon me, making sure I keep my distance.
How can she have everything like that?! The leopard print blanket, the hand-knit sweater, and Al, too? Was I invited to sit upon the chartreuse couch! Nooooo! But there's Lola, just grinning at me.
I tell ya, it's just not fair.
I hope that she is happy, the hussy.
Hmph.
Lola is a low-flying Buddha. She's working the world at ground level. What can I tell ya?
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