Il Direttore della Opera wants me to deliver a large soft mushroom pizza to Ed. I had to make it myself. Cooky's too drunk. I followed Reinhard's Pomeranian Grandmother's recipe, clobbering the mushrooms and soaking them in rum. It's baking now. Also a pie. But, where's my mascara? I need my lipstick too. Ed might have a setback if he sees me without them.
But maybe he won't notice if I wear my gold
bikini -- although it is getting a little shabby. I'm going to bring Brandy back with us. He needs a bath. Ducky is good at bathing. (I suppose Mrs. Grundy is too, by now, but if Brandy doesn't have a pedigree a mile long, it's not very likely she'll help.)
I hope Reinhard has the V2 working properly for our journey. Something about the fuel is off. I think he confused the octane and the proof.
Is that possible?
