I am eternally tormented
Darlings, I'm being stalked by a neanderthal.
No, I am not exaggerating.
He arrived last evening, while Hayden was off at that infernal play of his, and I promptly sent a messenger to bring the local authorities. The neanderthal, who is at least 7-feet tall, was blathering about wanting to see Hayden. It was all quite unintelligible, and I had him carted off.
It was all exceedingly stressful, and not at all good for my beauty sleep.
And now the bloody monster is back. Rudy and Deacon wanted to go out of doors and play, and I was about to go out into the front yard with them, when who do I see lurking across the way? You guessed it, darlings. The bloody neanderthal. Honestly, this is a bit much. He's almost like the paparazzi, but bigger.
*sighs, peeking out the front window* In other news, we've begun preparations for the wedding. I, for one, am quite eager to get the affair over and done, before Hayden does something flamboyantly homosexual. After all, it really is just a matter of time, darlings.
I've not made one bit of progress in finding out why or how we've all come to be here. And, I have to be honest, the more time that passes, the less likely I think we are to find any useful information at all. The proverbial trail is growing icicles at this point, loves.
*looks over his shoulder at Deacon and Rudy, who are chasing each other in circles around the coffee table* Well, at least the boys seem rather well adjusted. It's called a silver lining, darlings, and I am desperate to find one.
No, I am not exaggerating.
He arrived last evening, while Hayden was off at that infernal play of his, and I promptly sent a messenger to bring the local authorities. The neanderthal, who is at least 7-feet tall, was blathering about wanting to see Hayden. It was all quite unintelligible, and I had him carted off.
It was all exceedingly stressful, and not at all good for my beauty sleep.
And now the bloody monster is back. Rudy and Deacon wanted to go out of doors and play, and I was about to go out into the front yard with them, when who do I see lurking across the way? You guessed it, darlings. The bloody neanderthal. Honestly, this is a bit much. He's almost like the paparazzi, but bigger.
*sighs, peeking out the front window* In other news, we've begun preparations for the wedding. I, for one, am quite eager to get the affair over and done, before Hayden does something flamboyantly homosexual. After all, it really is just a matter of time, darlings.
I've not made one bit of progress in finding out why or how we've all come to be here. And, I have to be honest, the more time that passes, the less likely I think we are to find any useful information at all. The proverbial trail is growing icicles at this point, loves.
*looks over his shoulder at Deacon and Rudy, who are chasing each other in circles around the coffee table* Well, at least the boys seem rather well adjusted. It's called a silver lining, darlings, and I am desperate to find one.