Clouds in the Forecast
From Nine To Twenty Five
Dear blog lovers,
Ugh. Did I actually say dear blog lovers? Must be going soft in the head or something. Anyway, I know all you people have been waiting for this day. The night to end all nights. Isabella is calling it the Snow Day. Right. Like we haven't had enough snow in the forecast already. If I have to look at one more snow bank I really will scream.
But I'm sure it will be lovely. The party I mean. That's what old Iz is planning. Oh no. Sorry Isabella. I know you read this. You're not that old. In fact there was I time where I once was into the…
Well, that was a long time ago.
George keeps dipping into the wine coolers. Can you believe it? I told him to wait until tomorrow. But you guys know George. Some of you even stalk the poor guy. Don't blame you really. I'd stalk him too if I didn't have him.
So yeah I've been reading your comments lately. That lasagna I made burned. Remind me to never cook again when the chef is out.
And yes, I have been into the ballroom and I know from looking at the set up that so many of you will crash this party. We fired the guy who posted some pictures up on his Facebook.
Don't worry party invitees. Don't consider yourself spoiled rotten yet. We have someone who is redoing the whole place and this time you won't find any pictures on the net. I hope you all are surprised.
This is Charles signing off.
That was a horrible ending. Tell you what. I'm going to be a better host at the party.
P.S. Keep your eyes peeled. Looks like William is crashing the party.
This does not look good readers. It's just going to get worse before it gets better. This is a bit short. Call it a teaser chapter.