Hi.......it's me Annie Grace......

I just had to remove George's personal greeting card from her clutches. I have spent 3 hours convincing The Lady that George IS NOT COMING HERE! Nor is he inviting her to the villa in Italy for a weekend complete with a case of French Champagne. She was fluttering about thinking that maybe.....just maybe..he would be surprising her. I have assured her that the only surprises around here are me.....when I attack her walking by in the UGG slippers. We have now put the fabulous Nicole Miller dress away back in it's wrappings and put the passport back in the safety deposit box. "Are you sure Annie? Surely by now he has received my 3,600 letters." She says. I am not in the mood to explain all over again that he will never set foot in this town. Seriously. I bring her back downstairs and suggest that we watch a movie tonight and perhaps she will want to "freshen up" before ....as her recent make-up application upon receiving the card is clearly showing signs of a Hollywood style that is just....well.....horrifying! Now I just sit with her wondering why I must be her voice of reason. I have resigned myself to the fact that I am her savior. So....we sit...her sobbing about George not showing up and me sobbing that the Party Flavor Mix of Wisker Lickens makes me throw up. We both have our grieving processes. In an attempt to lift our spirits I suggest that we experiment with the Ambrosia Martini recipe. Not only does this lift The Lady's spirit but mine as well....with a little buzz....she will leave me alone! Now I must go and sit in the corner pretending.....my life is pathetic.