Remember Einstein, breeder and milker of sloths? He's hard to forget, and he wrote back. Try as I might to keep the exchange sloth-relevant, he's been attempting human conversation. Yet a sloth would be more entertaining. Here's our recent email discourse:
Einstein,
Mar 10: I'm back from Florida done with all of my
training!!! I got a new breeding pair of sloths!!! How have you been???
Me, Mar 10: Florida? I imagine it's ripe for sloth breeding and milking. I mean,
sloths love to hang out in the tropics. Very cool! Were you trained on new
breeding or milking techniques? Do share. I'm doing well, just a bit slowed
down by the rain. It makes tree-climbing trickier, but I'm developing hearty
biceps, so that's a good thing. Cheers and happy slothing, Robyn
Einstein,
Mar 16: Hello how is your day going???
Me, Mar 16: Some moments have been slow and sloth-like, other times I'm
frazzled. How about your day?
Einstein,
Mar 17: My day was super busy as usual but enjoyable. Any plans
for the day?
Me, Mar 17: I work full-time. Heading out soon for a local Open Mic. Happy St.
Pat's Day! Robyn
Einstein,
Mar 18: How was open mic night!!!!
Me, Mar 19: It was
fun how was your evening!!
And that was the "excitement" of my "dating" life these days.
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Now, with more apologies than I mustered last year when Martha Stewart attempted to sex-up the place...We can't avoid seeing him. Yet the mere thought of him provokes worldwide nausea, untamed rage, fevered cynicism, and chilling heartache. His skills are limited to: stroking his own ego and perhaps his favorite body part--which we're assured is of sufficient size, and vomiting stupidity and hate. But wait! He CAN sport a new line of A-Z-dos. Perhaps the images will help ease the sight of him.
Yes, folks, Donald Trump agreed to host my A-Z Challenge. He said something about sending the bill to Mexico. I said, "No, dude, it's pro bono." To this, Trump said, whilst grabbing his crotch, "Oh I'm a pro. Believe me. All the women on my show, the one that NBC fired me from 'cuz they're stupid f*ckers, said 'What a big bono you have, Mr. Trump'!"
Tune in next month, as Donald Trump models an alphabet's worth of hairdos.
For example, he'll show us the Ivana-do for "I."
Note that I wouldn't display these alphabetized Trump-dos if I didn't have faith in the ultimate Trump-lose. He will lose. Keep faith. And in the meantime, let us laugh at his expense. Shall we?
Keep a smile and a stash of good chocolate, my dear sillies.
Take care of yourselves.
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Final note: As I inch closer to 50 reviews on Amazon for
Woman on the Verge of Paradise, I beg. If you read and reviewed my book, I love you. A lot. If you read but didn't review it, please do. I'll love you more. If you haven't read but are willing to give it a whirl and then write a review on Amazon, I'll gladly show my love for you by sending a free copy (e-book or signed paperback). Please email me at Rawknrobyn@aol.com. Thank you kindly!