“Ohhh, looky here, Maudeen…they done let that weird-a** woman into their blog
“The one that writes them sceery books. That Deborah somebody or other.”
“It’s true. Lookit, she’s right here.”
Tsk Tsk “I swear, Leatrice, there just ain’t nothin’ sacred no more.”
“Why you think them classy ladies let her in here for?”
“Don’t know. Maybe it’s got something to do with the barimethodical pressure. You
know, the thing that gets them hurricanes all uppity.”
“You think, Maudeen?”
“Either that or it’s the moon. I think it’s full or new, one of the big ones that make
people do funny things.”
“Nah, I saw it last night, and it ain’t full. It was one of them thumbnail moons.”
“Uh huh. So I guess it’s the bar. . .barimet. . .it’s the pressure, like you said.”
“Think we should stick around here now and keep an eye on things?”
“Somebody’s got to.”
“That pressure thing, you know?”
“Yeah, the pressure. . .”
Hey, welcome to Murdershewrites! Although Maudeen and Leatrice are right about me being the weird one in the bunch, I swear I’m as harmless as a roosting pigeon. And anyway, Maudeen and Leatrice have been slipping down that menopausal slope at breakneck speed for quite some time, so you can’t really trust everything they say.
On the other hand, you should definitely pay close attention to the other ladies posting on this blog! They’re a talented, energetic, fun, and creative group, women I’m proud to be associated with.
Glad you stopped by and hope you enjoy your visit!