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August 19, 2014
Mrs. Snodgrass overheard some of the less discreet ladies whispering that a wasp was walking in confused circles around the bruschetta, and was on the verge of jotting on her tiny notepad a tasty tidbit about " a certain Upper East Side charity fundraiser at which way too many glasses of something snooty were consumed by a lockjawed jackass in a bowtie". Imagine her dismay to learn that her intended "blind item" would have to be squashed, when she saw a white-jacketed servant do the same to a buzzing winged insect before it had a chance to sully the buffet.