Hi there, guys and dolls! Whiz, zip, bang! It’s Friday. Do you ever wonder how you got through your weekends before yours truly was dispensing half-wit and almost witty wisdom to enhance your life? Well, I wonder how I ever got through a week without your wonderful letters. Let’s get to a couple of them right now.
Dear Barbara Jean,
I have fallen madly in love with a Mountie in Moose Jaw. However, my widowed mother is miffed that I moved away from Missouri for the prospect of matrimony with Monty. Barbara Jean, I think this is the real thing. How do I make my mother more merry about me marrying miles away from her?
Smitten Sally in Saskatchewan
Congratulations on making Mountie Monty your man in matrimony. Why, those rugged men of the north are a treasure to behold (and hold as well). Tell your mother to mind her own business. Maybe your Monty can get your mother one for her too, because as we all know, the Mounties know how to get their man!
Happy hunting, Barbara Jean
Dear Barbara Jean,
Rita and I have been assigned to work together on projects at the office. The problem is that I do all the work while she stands around pretending to look busy. Then when the report is done she hands it in and says she did all the work! Now the bosses are singing praises and hinting at a raise for her while I get tsk, tsks and frowns. What’s a girl to do?
Ticked Tillie in Tacoma
This is an easy one. Next time do two reports hand in your own that you did a really good job on before she has a chance to get her gammy mitts on it. Then whip off a really crappy one and have Rita hand that one in, as usual (I’m sure she doesn’t look at them anyway). Repeat as necessary until she gets fired.
Congratulations in advance for your raise, Barbara Jean
Keep your letters coming! I love to help or hinder any way I can.
Thanks for reading and stay tuned for more posts. And don’t forget to give my Poppy Cove Mysteries a try if you haven’t already.
Toodles, Barbara Jean