My Beloved Herbert Montgomery Mitchell III
I've been feeling nostalgic today. You see it's the anniversary of my beloved Herbert's death. Herbert and I were together for 35 years, you know, before he died on an unusually cold and rainy July night. You could never understand the flutter of my heart when Herbie spoke or how long it took for the cigar smell to vacate our house after his passing.
I feel so young reminiscing like this. I remember myself, so young and lovely when Herb and I first met. How he had to beat my other suitors off with a stick. Oh, and I had so many suitors back in those days as I was a loose and slutty. But Herbie changed all that in me. And since his passing that part of me is closed. Yes, Marj is closed for business. And all the flirtatious young chaps in the world will not open me up again. It is only the media that I live for. And though I miss my beloved, it is a joyous life I lead.
Love, Marj
I feel so young reminiscing like this. I remember myself, so young and lovely when Herb and I first met. How he had to beat my other suitors off with a stick. Oh, and I had so many suitors back in those days as I was a loose and slutty. But Herbie changed all that in me. And since his passing that part of me is closed. Yes, Marj is closed for business. And all the flirtatious young chaps in the world will not open me up again. It is only the media that I live for. And though I miss my beloved, it is a joyous life I lead.
Love, Marj