Heh, heh! It sure ain't Mrs. Hillbilly Mom!
And now Mrs. HM morphs into Mary Richards.
Can you see me living in an apartment in an old house in Minneapolis, with a sunken living room, perhaps hosting dinner parties where I serve Veal Prince Orloff as prepared by Sue Ann Nivens? With a wacky upstairs neighbor, Sioux, with her visiting New York mother, Fishducky? And a landlady, River? Okay. Maybe not. I figure Sioux would be as funny as Rhoda, and Fishducky would be as funny as Ida Morgenstern, but that River would be a nicer version of Phyllis Lindstrom. And not as much of a busybody.
Remember how Mary had that big 'M' hanging on the wall? I thought that
was SO COOL. That's how we described something we liked, back in the
'70s. SO COOL.
Okay, maybe I'm never going to be Mary Richards. But at least Farmer H
bought me something that could hang in her apartment! It came from
Goodwill, of course. A BIG CITY Goodwill? I'll have to ask. Farmer H
went on a far-reaching tour yesterday. It cost A DOLLAR. It feels like stitched leather, and I think Mary's
'M' was metal. No, it's not just a random letter that Farmer H got me,
thinking I could change my name to fit it. It actually IS my
initial.Shh...don't tell. It's super-secret, you know.
Farmer H got me a present, and didn't even know I would think it is SO COOL.