What the postmenapausal, brain-farting of an over the hill toothless ogress dancing nakid in a patch of lilies would ya make of the day I've had, lads and Lassies? Maxine Mansfield is driving me crazy! She still lives in the world where authors were treated like divas, how sad. She can't figger out her new face book page, she can't get a grasp on her new scene in chapter seven, and she can't even begin to get twitter going. It,s horribly embarrassing.
I know what she needs though, she needs a minion..just one...but one with really good computer skills. A really long... umm well ya get the drift. She is soo cranky. Where's Ritch when ya need him? Oh, forgot..he's working. :(