Thursday, January 5, 2012

In which I have not much to say

My chickadees, it has been a busy few weeks and I have not had much time for writing here. Many apologies.

However, I will leave you with a "You've got to be kidding" tidbit for the day.

After Doris' Christmas letter, which ended with an entire paragraph bemoaning the state of the world and the politicians and the evils of the Other Side and how the world is run by Old White Men (like the one she is married to? is she morally opposed to Old White Men?), she sent Primo an email on Christmas day that ended with these exact words. I promise this is a direct quotation:

Everything sucks and I get despondent.

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you, too.


  1. You know, crazy as these folks may be, sometimes I think that Doris loves Primo way more than my mother loves me and then I get depressed:-(.
    But Happy New Year anyway.

  2. G, there is no doubt that Doris loves Primo, but she is manipulative, completely self absorbed, and cruel, which does tend to diminish the impact of that love.

    I do wish that the situation with your mom were better.

  3. I just found your blog and I'm already so addicted to it! Love, love, love your writing, your humor and your stories. I'm pretty sure I'm not going to get much work done until I read through the last couple years of Sly & Doris adventures (mishaps?!?).

  4. Thank you, Becky. That makes my day!

  5. Holy hell, that woman sure knows how to spread cheer and joy, doesn't she?

  6. Perhaps if you didn't read those letters, the whole world would be a happier place. The added benefit: it would give Doris something else to bemoan. Win-win for everyone.

  7. Thank goodness you were blessed with a sense of humor. I found my my way here by chance, but was lured into reading your earlier posts. Had a great time and I'll be back. I hope you had a wonderful holiday and that 2012 brings only good things your way. Have a great day....Mary

  8. Doris reminds me of Mrs. Bennet who in the midst of complaining says she never complains and gets no sympathy because "Those who do not complain are never pitied."

    I bet if you asked her why she complains so much, she would be shocked and protest that of course she doesn't! But I wouldn't recommend actually asking because it would set of a schpeal of how terrible things are...

  9. Jen, she's a ray of sunshine.

    Barb, if I don't read the letters, then I don't have the material for this blog!

    Mary, thank you! I hope you enjoy the archives.

    Diana, you are correct. I dare not ask her how she is because she will tell me.

  10. Poor Mrs. Bennet actually had a lot to complain about. Five daughters who needed husbands was no joke, and her husband wasn't going to make sure it happened. She was at least dimly aware she was ill-equipped to do the necessary, and she was well aware that her husband wasn't going to worry about what happened to HER after he died, which is a painful thing to know.

    I have less sympathy for him. Ooooh, poor him, he married a pretty girl who wasn't very bright, and he then discovered he was married to a pretty girl who wasn't very bright. So he abdicated all responsibility for the daughters he fathered on her in the effort to produce a son. Bleeeargh.

    IvyKllr, who is also sweeping through the archives.

    And who feels much as Doris did (sorry). Even a stopped clock is right twice a day.

    1. We all get despondent. But we usually don't make that our Christmas morning message!


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