"It's a surprise."
Strikes dread into the heart, eh? There was a recent study demonstrating that women who had something sprung on them—even something happy—often had a kind of heart arrest. Not quite a heart attack, but close. Predictability is control, control is safety, safety is, well, a kind of happiness, content. Illusory, too. But many of us take it where we can get it.
Surprise! I'm getting married!
Surprise! You've won the lottery!
Surprise! Your kid just died in Afghanistan.
Surprise! There's a bomb on the subway.
Surprise! I love you.
Why I can't stop: I'm going to a surprise party right now.
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This blog used to be called "Why I Can't Stop Smoking." Well, I did stop smoking. Now I need to stop drinking. The only thing is, every day there seems to be a reason why I can't just yet. It worked before, so—here goes! Today's reason
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- Claudia
- The sister of the President of the Garden Club, a former journalist (People, Life) and now vacation rental property manager on an island once known as Claudia's Island, Claudia has honed her bedmaking skills and seldom travels without a truckload of substandard chairs.
3 comments:
One, I might add, that you are very pissed at me for not being at. Ah, well.
The reporter and photographer were here from 3 till 5. It's hard being a celebrity executrix.
Pray tell, was the suprisee suprised?
That cat, by the way, is one of my best operatives. Goes by the name of Dog House Reilly.
Just busted up a big prostitution ring on your little island. Known as The Triple C Cat House for Dogs.
Doghouse is just relaxing. He likes a smoke and a drink now and then. Like Sam, Phil and the rest of the boys.
Next target: A bad boy bathhouse, rumored to be down the Neck. Name of Double D Doghouse for Cats. Doghouse says he saw that yellow dog, Rex, hanging there.
Oh no. Not Rex! he's getting too old for such shenanigans.
But I should have known something was up when he started being eager for baths and positively begging to have his toenails clipped and fur brushed. When an old dog starts learning new tricks voluntarily, he probably plans to start turning tricks. His owner, by the by, actually purchased a red Corvette when in Rex's state of mind. It didn't work out. Rex: Be wary of the Double D Doghouse for Cats. And red cars.
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