Yeah, I fired my Editors. Like I said to Kurt, the Editors were getting a little expensive. And they have quite a list of demands in exchange for editing my blog.
I mean, where am I supposed to find doilies these days? And do you now how much smelling salts cost? I can’t even afford to keep them in good English tea. Forget about biscuits. And I’m not talking about southern, American biscuits you can buy at McDonald’s; oh no. They demand these English things they call biscuits but are really some weird combination of a cookie and a cracker. Tasteless shit, that.
So yeah. The little old ladies are out in the cold. To tell you the truth, they were getting on my nerves. I mean, I have enough trouble with my Biological Clock waking me up at 2AM. I don’t need the Editors on my back about babies, too.
And don’t even get me started on the cost of frilly lace-edged aprons.