I just applied for a job as a “social editor” at a paper in New Rochelle! There’s very little chance that I’ll get the job, darnit . . . it would not only give me a chance to indulge my inner Mrs. Drysdale, but I’d get to enjoy the jay atmosphere of New Rochelle!
A dowager can dream, can’t she?
Keeping my fingers crossed for you.
Would that make you “Rubenesque”?
(I’ve seen your pictures, you are far too svelte, not to mention soignee.)
My biggest problem would be having to work all day with Rochelle, Rochelle running through my head.
But, at least it’s a shorter commute than from Milan to Minsk.
Please give my regards to Rob and Laura Petrie.
That’s the song I got in my head as soon as I read the OP.
Make that “Dowager Empress.”
If I do get the job, I want to use the pen name “Mrs. J. Atmosphere.” I will also wear great big Hedda Hopper hats, and talk like Alice Brady.
And I wonder why no one will hire me . . .
Eve, darling, where does this term “jay” come from, and why do they grind them in Missouri? Some great old time slang.