Ouch! It's all these damned mosquitoes. With all this buzzing about and blood-letting, you'd think I'd dropped into a circuit party. Pinch me, and tell me it's all a dream and that working out is the last refuge of the beautiful, but tragically needy. At least I have my dreams, although I am a bit shy on coherence. Luckily we two are so sympatico, you and I.

Bashful and content to merely sit in a corner? Maybe you just want to get to know me better. Well lamb's breath, cry over my childhood.

Now that the credit markets have dried up, am I going to have to pay cash for everything? How declasse.

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See you at Camilla's luncheon, wear gloves,
Rococo Chanel

GUESS WHO YOUR GIRL SARAH! i know i know it's been a bit of a long time but i made it back to say good bye me huddy and son are moving to L.A we live in New York but we had to move because of my husband job you know how that is and yes the family is still strong my son is a little older then what he was and my huddy is too and me ....well i got much younger ha ha ha the reason why i said goodbye is because i don't need to tell you my problem no more because i paid somebody else to listen with the raise that my husband got for the law firm we can do that man im going to miss you........... love ya

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Love and Kisses,
sarah

It seems very quiet around here these days, which is a change for the best after the hords of holligans you had last Summer... Just me, you, the occasional Miss Heroin Kitty, and a few passing Trudies... Speak about changes, we are sending our young aborigenal lover to Brighton, England, for a year of study and work. It was only after we'd agreed and sign for everything that I realised that this Brighton was the same as the (in)famous capital of the British Gay world... Well, we trained him well, so I don't expect that he be good, but I know he will be careful. So next week it is back to me and my dentist husband only, in a very conventional couple of only two persons, to celebrate our 10th anniversary... The house is going to feel very quiet, maybe we should think of adopting a pet fish for the company during the long Winter's evenings... Or some other pet... How is life treating you? Any plan for the Winter? I remind you that we have now an extra guest room in case you would fancy a week-end in sub-tropical South-East Asia... We do a fantastic Drag-themed Christmas tree out of the local banana leaves... With much love,

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I'm off to vespers,
Connie L.

Just how many Trudys (Trudies?) are there out there?

Not wanting to sound conceited, but ours seems to be more fun than the others... Something to do with "gray matter"?...

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Love and Kisses,
Connie L.

[It would seem something just short of a bazillion. Ours do seem to be more fun, but I hate to discount the untested and curious. I've learned lately that you never can tell. I do hope all surrounding you (have their numbers grown?) are treating you spectacularly. _T]

Hi, i'm Trudy too !!!!!

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Love and Kisses,
Trudy too

[You too !!!!! It's become a happening and I'm terrified that we might shop in the same stores too!!!! -T]

Hi, i'm Trudy !!!!!

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Love and Kisses,
Trudy

[Well, I'm just Trudy! But I'm happy to meet you. I wonder if we're related? -T]

Trutru, darling, for the smell I would try some essential oil, maybe orange, with a drop of cinnamon and a nothingness of ginger. At this time of the year I also often make some pot-pourri with lavender, clove, coriander seeds and camphor. Not only does it smell divine, but it also keep all sorts of pests away.

Miss Heroin Kitty, dear, so nice to hear of you again, I am sure you have been well, how is life treating you?

I have to go, my moisturising mask is drying up!

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Love and Kisses,
Connie L.

[I fear your formula may not be strong enough to repel the latest pests, but it is certainly worth trying. It may just be time to renovate. I'm feeling restless, although it could be the humidity. My dear friend Ursula, once came by and drowned my sorrows in a such a lovely mint julep, and I thing that would be just the ticket except she is just so far away and I fear the recipe may be lost in my caprice, or my capris - either way, it's rum and tonic and dreams. -T]

Can YOU PINCH CLOIE PLEASE MYDEAR

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Open up to the power that is God,
KINLEY

[There. Did I get it? -T]

WHY WHY WHY MY MAN IS SLEEPING WITH MY SISTER IS THIS MY FELT

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Love and Kisses,
AMY

[Perhaps because you are shouting and she controls the timbre of her voice. -T]

Oh, I haven't called on you in so long! I feel so dirty and ashamed. I haven't been up to much of anything, either, so I have no excuse. The last time I visited, there was something pestering your site, spamming with ads for Who Knows What. I'm glad the disinfectant worked, although it's left an odd smell, lingering around your gazebo. How ever are we going to have High Tea on the gazebo with that smell? We shall have to find a smart cafe and catch up on the latest gossip.

Connie L, honey! Good to see you too, my little French Pasterie!

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I rejoice in your splendour,
Miss Heroin Kitty

[I know! That smell has been lingering and I can't figure out what is the matter. I've tried soaking, I've tried scrubbing and I may have to call in the professionals. Nice to have you stop by and find things in less of a disarray. I just need to put in a little quality time and elbow grease to get things back on track. -T]

[But wait, there's more!]