Carl, is this thing on? Oh, right.

Hi, you've reached Debbie's Diva Dive. Store hours are 11 AM to 9 AM. I can't talk to you right now, honey, but if you leave a message, I'll get back to you just as quick as I can. If this is Michael, call your mother a little more often, kiddo.

now how do I turn this fucking thing off?

BEEEEEEEEEEEEP!

Deb had never been good at last acts. They're always depressing. Unless of course, you're doing Hello Dolly which she wasn't ( Read more... )

Deb's made all the calls. The movers will be here Monday. No way is she relinquishing the loveseat or her Tiffany lamp. Her stuff is all packed except for a couple outfits.

She looks out the window. It's been an interesting little town. She'll miss it a lot. But Carl comes first. Always.

"Debbie, sweetheart, you don't have to do this ( Read more... )

Deb sat on the red velvet loveseat from the former Apple, deep in thought. Carl was out shopping in town. She shook her head, her lips set in a tight line ( Read more... )

Deb had just finished baking the pies when the lights flickered and went ( Read more... )

Oh diary ( Read more... )

Deb's got the pies in and everything done.

So, it's time to take care of some other business.

She leaves a message for Michael, her paper goods supplier, CJ just to check up, and Red.

Only not, because I'm not a lesbian, dear diary ( Read more... )

So, I gave the little Paige bitch the boot last night ( Read more... )