Bess is really pushing my patience to it's limit. She says that she went "temporarily insane" while she was planning her daughter's wedding, and now she wants to "arrange" a speaking schedule that will help us reach the right "people!"
RIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT!
I groused at her, "Don't plan on fitting ME into a size eight dress to make me puke!!"
''My dear!" she says to me looking at my "comfortably round, full feminine figure with a withering glance, "You really DO need lose some weight!"
I threatened to hum the wedding march to her in public. Rosezelle told me to behave myself and think about what Bess has just "suggested" to me.
I AM thinking about it,"...Lose weight!
....Give up food.
....STARVE MYSELF!
..GO BACK DOWN TO A SIZE TEN
....CHICKEN A LA KING!
O-K! I thought about the idea and I don't like it!

What's that?

Publish my OWN DRAWINGS?

THAT is taking things a bit too far!"

(more tomorrow..or the next day!)