Good Monday, Dear Bettys,
Today I realized that we haven't provided a venue (much though you've tried) to discuss the little Prince. (When I say it, it sounds like Bambi, but frankly, Wills is not quite Alpha-male enough to be Bambi's father who I can't help but anthropomorphize as something more approaching a just-shy-of-middle-age dangerous Sean Connery in a serious kilt.) "But, Betty Keira!" you say, "That doesn't fit the theme of this book!" To which I respond that Kate will have to do her royal duty...ahem, cough...not once, but twice. "Oh, Betty Keira. That was terrible," you say, your voice laced with the pain of disappointment. "Not worthy of you at all..."
(Inadequate silence full of remorse)
But nevertheless, we can't let The Daily Mail have all the fun picking apart every detail...
Love and lardy cakes,
apologies to all those who love this book. I knew going in that it
wasn't one of my favorites, so I tried to keep an open mind. Didn't
could have been a great...I could have had it all. It was all within my
reach, but I foolishly let it slip away. Now I'm just a lonely old man,
with nothing but my money to keep me warm. My name is Adam. Adam ter Brandt (24-ish). This is my story.
No where does it say that siblings have the right to be
intentionally malicious. I found him guilty and sentenced him to no
family holidays or family reunions for 5 to 10 years, sentence to be
served in the USA.
After Christina stopped by my
office on her way and of town and dropped that bombshell, I was
gobsmacked. I wanted to run after her and sweep her into my arms, but I
got roped into some hospital matters for the next half hour or so. I
made arrangements to be gone for a few days - calculating it might take
me that long to track Christina down - but I figured without my loyal
household help. They were able to put me on her track much closer to
home. I found my Christina walking on the beach in the teeth of a gale.
We quickly sorted out our misunderstandings and I proposed. The end.