He seems nice enough...a retired internist from Miami named Morty. I confess that his constant joking and banter got on my nerves a bit, but the poor fellow was unexpectedly the only male here, so he was really on the spot:
Penelope, for her part, did adequately well serving cocktails and h'orderves, but methinks she might be overmatched. I seem to remember the Chicken Sisters' former assistant...a lovely young woman who left their employ for a quieter job as an air traffic controller.
Today promises to be quiet. The girls are at the beauty parlor, Penelope is hiding somewhere in the pantry, and I am left to my own devices with the paper and a couple cups of damn good.
Here's hoping that the weekend is swell all around, Dearies! Do something fun and come tell me all about it!