Just a quick update: everyone’s panties are still in a bundle around here, so I’m laying low.
Big Guy still can’t believe what happened at the Blair Health Project. He’s got Toes, Gibbsy and Axeman in the Oval and there’s a lot of shouting and I see them bringing in sandwiches and bandages.
Lady M is all upset about losing her BBFF, just because she showed some Chicago hospitality to a couple of unexpected Big White guests. But apparently Desiree took MO’s new fat kids campaign a little too personally.
Others are speculating that it was the mummy outfit that did Desi in.
So anyway Lady M’s busy looking for a new party planner. Sally Quinn isn’t interested, so we’re interviewing our other friends from Chicago. Unfortunately the only experience any of them have is at Chuckie-Cheese, and the Secret Service isn’t too impressed with that.
I’ll try to keep you up-to-date over the weekend, but it might be tough. If you think there’s a tsunami warning in Hawaii, you ought to be around here!
I’ll get back to you when I can, but Nancy Pelosi’s on her way over now, so I’m heading for my little room at the back of Lady M’s closet. The last time I saw the princess, I had hairline fractures all over my face for weeks.