Company again tonight

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Usual Saturday, starting with a bridge game at 8am. Running off to the market for a backup lettuce in case the one we now have has wilted. Then off to the school of art to purchase the painting as per yesterday. We will have to craft something to remove the existing hangers since there are three of them now in the spot where we will be mounting the lone work of art.

I cleared the shelf on the side of the island facing the stove. We have seating for six at the island but, without clearing that shelf, sitting in that spot would not leave room for our legs especially when sitting on the front rung of the chairs. She has let Roger know where to park and the code to enter to get us to open the main gate. As well, Lynn and Ranae will be here. Ranae has announced she is teh sous-chef for this event. Women speak in a nother language ... her name is Ranae yet, in this context, she is named Sous, for some reason.

Ranae will come down after we get back from our whirlwind trip downtown to start being a Sous. The wonders of what goes on in the wonderful minds of those precious females in my life, one in particular named Dominique Elaine. Dominique's pasta is on the menu for this evening with a luscious green salad. While Ranae is down here I may have to hide in the bedroom to ensure I do not hear anything above my pay grade. Considering the $0 paltry sum I earn here, that sounds like I am not qualified to listen to anything they discuss.

Ranae will be reminded that the sous-chef takes orders from the lead and does whatever the lead chef says and when. I anticipate she will violate this protocol within 10 minutes of arriving, if not sooner. If that happens, perhaps Ranae's twin persona named Annette Rahn will step in. Ranae and Annette are so identical it seems, to me at least, like they are the same person. Add to that the fact that they have never been seen together, to support my claim.

Dominique and Ranae worked feverishly for a few hours prepping everything for the extravaganza tonight. They gabbed and gabbed, giggled and giggled, and girlie chatted throughout the whole thing. Odd how girls (aka women) do so many things that all start with a g ðŸ’‹. I did my bit. The table is now set and we are close to being ready ... as Cindy Lauper so appropriately said ⇒ Girls Just Want to to Have Fun ...


Be on the lookout for these two. They are both armed and dangerous (when together ...). Perhaps some shifts in their attire, ya fig? Approach cautiously and assume the worst.

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