Baroness Seitzinger sent me this photo of one of her recent purchases; the vulgarity of that woman knows no bounds. In addition, she wiggled out of attending her own execution tonight. The nerve! Henrietta asked me to escort her out tonight. Back in New York I used to marvel at The Walkers: gay men who escorted older women out on the town. This is what I have become, with a slight twist. My poor hubby has to work late tonight, and I truly don't like going out without him; but duty calls and noone says "No" to The Queen of South Beach.
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... one never knows what can happen with the flick of a hatpin (or should that be a poison hatpin?)...
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