The Little Water Guild Rides Again!

Although you are not only privy, but Originator of the Good News, I feel, dear Lady Ursula, it is time for the world to know that the Supreme Chapter of the Little Water Guild will indeed Ride Again, Captain Skylad at its keyboard, thanks to your sparkling suggestion about a reunion! The time approaches to start planning the nineties garb and 'tude, the Chique Dorque Look and the songs of the Clinton era. We are going to, in the words of the prophet Cher, turn back time! Take back the nineties! Raise the toasts! Channel the tunnel! View the Netscape from its bygone times of promise!

I might have to reach out to my ghostwriters, evaB, to compose a speech or two for you know I can only blog! So what an exciting social season approaches: not just do we do the strawberries and cream this summer but also run the gamut of spirits next May. I truly don't know what to wear or what to say yet! Except that my throat swells with the trill of it! Go Thai Bowl!

Time Flutters On

Time flutters on, My DEAR Lady Ursula, and so do lace handkerchiefs that are at long last dry! Mine have been hard at work, sopping up the tears that brimmed, swelled and welled whenever I approached your sweet sweet sweet delicious heart candied verse and cake online. Truly, I could not even type for over a month for the dabbing of the hankie! I was so touched by the sentiment I HAD to let darling Ethan take the time off to practice his skills of seduction on another worthy lady, so rusty he was becoming with yours truly. I was so pleased to get your card I would have nothing to do with him! At all!

Now that the hankerchiefs have been laundered, starched, pressed and set aside, I am ready to take up my daily ramble into yet another tomorrow lined with the trees of another fledgling spring. And no mean spring either, for soon we will meet at the fair grounds of England.

But this dispatch of yours I will ever hold near to my heart, as a membrance of our sublime wiring.