Let’s Get Moving. We’ve Got Parties To Plan

Just a quick update: everyone’s panties are still in a bundle around here, so I’m laying low.

Big Guy still can’t believe what happened at the Blair Health Project. He’s got Toes, Gibbsy and Axeman in the Oval and there’s a lot of shouting and I see them bringing in sandwiches and bandages.

Lady M is all upset about losing her BBFF, just because she showed some Chicago hospitality  to a couple of unexpected Big White guests. But apparently Desiree took MO’s new fat kids campaign a little too personally.

Others are speculating that it was the mummy outfit that did Desi in.

I don’t know, I think it was just a big misunderstanding. Desi thought she was going to get to be the Big White’s fashion icon. That’s a laugh.

So anyway Lady M’s busy looking for a new party planner. Sally Quinn isn’t interested, so we’re interviewing our other friends from Chicago. Unfortunately the only experience any of them have is at Chuckie-Cheese, and the Secret Service isn’t too impressed with that.

I’ll try to keep you up-to-date over the weekend, but it might be tough. If you think there’s a tsunami warning in Hawaii, you ought to be around here!

I’ll get back to you when I can, but Nancy Pelosi’s on her way over now, so I’m heading for my little room at the back of Lady M’s closet. The last time I saw the princess, I had hairline fractures all over my face for weeks.