my hill #1: “throngs of kiltless lovers”

it’s impotent to read the following post first or the rest of this article will make no sense at all — ann

as if it ever does — stephanie

with great power comes great responsibility. not only the pomp and circumstance. . . knighting celebrities, meeting world leaders, the lavish weddings and funerals. . .

whilst gainfully employed at g.e. — general electric, (later at georgia’s elite), a co-worker drove me en me swivel chair through the throng of me kiltless lovers whilst i waved queenishly. we were just pretendin, but i knew one of us would one day be a queen.

as i recall, it was after a weekly safety meeting, where we learned “keep your hair in a (man)bun or lady bun whilst operating machinery with rotating gears.”

such a fine memory.

but now i must impart to me followers (all ten of them) the very sad news. . .

what she said.

raine lore: Dang, girl, I think you’re right. But why would Eeyore be in the Outback with a hot scarf and not feeling well? I’m a bit concerned it might be a ghost of Eeyore in which case, the world needs to be informed. I think, as Queen of the World II, you need to do it.

thanks to me girlfriends, Raine Lore, Laurel B. Miller, and the kris’s, Cristina Cattai, Kristen Stark, and Kristine Laco (the last two kris’ are the same person, but you already knew that) for lifting me out of the writer’s block i’ve been in for a day and a half.

my hill