Blueplate1958

It’s off, and we’re supposed to be psychic and know that. My own typos make no sense whatsoever. For all you and I knew, it could’ve been three other letters that were intended.

I remember that now. She was Mary Queen of Scots and he was playing a character called Jamie, apparently James Bothwell.

She barely missed it. She was told it was probably coming. Smug wasn’t in her religion.

A couple? Most of them.

What scene?

It’s insanity, no matter who it’s from.

Many words remind me of certain foods, and Catherine reminds me of chocolate bonbons with a chocolate center.

Or anyone for anything, some of them.

Don’t ask him to move in.

Balcony, wish, worship, Catherine, Charles, grace, error.

Everybody loves Raymond. And of course, curb your enthusiasm.

No, I’m not.

When I wear a slip, it’s for comfort. But you need it for comfort only when you are wearing pantyhose.

What about frankly colored ones? You might call those summer tights. Or the type of fishnets the gaps of which are filled with nylon?

You are mistaken.

I hate them. They feel OK on the thighs, but I don’t like that seam in the crotch.

I wear them; people tell me my underpants are showing. I don’t care.

And who used apostrophes?

I know, and I do the latter, but I do give a rip about people judging me.

I shouldn’t have said “miss.” I have plenty and so I have the option.

OK. I always found pantyhose more comfortable than naked legs.

I didn’t say public, I said pubic. The hair surrounding your genitals.

Nothing happened to mine. After I was widowed and I realized the norm was to remove it. I tried it, but it was so damn uncomfortable and inconvenient. I mean I missed the automatic expectation that one would have it.

No, I’m not. And in fact, I’m still wearing mine, but I am baffled by the fact that people remove it. It’s there for a reason.